Hello 
I'm Siobhan Curran/Kisa Naumova, and this is my weblog. I tend to write about stuff like crossdressing, Macs, code, cats, wine and Second Life, but in general it's just an ongoing conversation about all sorts of stuff. If you'd like to know a little bit more about what this all is, I recommend starting on this page which has a little bit of info on who I am, and what I'm trying to do — or you could dive into my five years worth of archives if you like.
Otherwise, feel free to close this box and explore...
I'm a teensy bit annoyed with myself this morning. As I've probably mentioned a few times over the past couple of years, I'm self employed as well as a lecturer, and in a few minutes I have to go and see my Accountant so she can sort out my tax for this last year.
Thing is though, I can't for the life of me find any of my bloody records. I have a little book with copies of every invoice I write in it, and I have no idea where it is. Which means I'm going to have to rely on her to work out what I should be claiming as income.
Actually, that won't be as hard as it sounds. To be perfectly honest, since I've been concentrating more on my art practice, and since every bit of extra work I've done recently has been for the University, I think I've already paid tax on it. In fact, I think I've paid too much tax — so I'm really hoping for some good news...
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OMG, how boring am I? A transvestite who talks about her tax return. yawn
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And just to continue the theme, according to my accountant, I'm due a great big fat tax return yay!
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So, I really need to tidy up a bit today. The wine-bottles are piling up next to the back door, and the floor could do with a hoover. As for the studio, well, I keep trying to sort it out, but until I actually get round to putting up some shelves, then it's a hopeless case. I stuff everything in boxes — then a week later, discover that I need the stuff in the boxes and have totally forgotten which one I put it in.
But first of all I'm going to gorge myself on coffee and fags and sit by the fire for a bit listening to my new CD. I bought the new Tracy Chapman album the other day — It's really good 
Rambling this morning aren't I? Yesterday, on the way home, I was totally taken by surprise by how clear the roads were. In fact, every time I came up behind someone it was just at the point where it's easy to overtake. I dunno — things seem to be going right at the moment. I know the drive-home-from-work example is a bit shit, but in general, things are really good.
Usually, when I notice things are going well, it's a prelude to things turning all nasty. But I have a good feeling about this year. Everyone I've talked to seems to have a more positive attitude about things right now. It's as if 2003 was so crap that everyone figures things can only get better.
So far, this year, everything has been absolutely lovely. I know it's early days (I mean what, it's only the 15th today) and as usual I'm touching wood in an effort not to jinx things, but I have high hopes.
All I need now if for the gallery to get back to me to tell me that they want to sell my photographs
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Just right this second, I'm getting a bit grumpy with NetInfo. I'm trying to devise the ultimate uber network here at home you see, and what I want is that no matter what Mac I'm on, I can always see all my stuff. Not a major thing you may think...
Well, yeah, I just set up a Network Home folder and Bob's your uncle... except seeing as how I do all my video work on the G5 — I want THAT to be my home folder — not the Server. I sorta managed it by hacking the Users folder on the G5 to be a share, but it's still not perfect. I haven't managed to sort it out to be an automount yet, and also, when I'm away from home, I still want to be able to see all the stuff that I need when I'm in Leeds
Is this making any sense? I want to distribute my stuff intelligently across my machines, so that all my letters and writing and stuff is on the iBook, and the big bastard video files are safely at home on the G5.
I might be being totally un-laterally thinking here. Oh, I give up. I'm going to drink a bottle of wine and wear a dress...
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OK, know what I was saying about everything going well? 'Scuse my French, but fucking BT. Fucking stupid asswipe BT. I just got an email from the company I'm trying to migrate to which said "Unfortunately BT have cancelled your migration request as they have not had a response from your current ISP." ...
BT ARE MY SHITTING ISP!
I am in SUCH a bad mood now. ANd I think I've got eyeliner in my eye and it's hurting
