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...
Watching the back of a bus
You know when I'm driving, right? And I get all grumpy with the person in front who is going slow, yeah? Well, what I always end up wondering is "what is going on in their head?!" I mean, is it really possible to be toddling along a country lane at 35 miles an hour, and not be aware that you have a queue of 15 cars behind you? All getting angry?!
And if they do realise that — then why the hell do they not do something sensible like pull over into a parking space for a few seconds while everyone gets past them?
Ack, I dunno — some people 
Yep — the drive to work was again poo. Although, I must confess that I didn't really care. I'm in a much better mood this morning that I was yesterday.
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Ah, I've just remembered the point I was going to make: OK, so there's me wondering what goes through other people's heads. Well at one point, I was right behind a bus that had pulled over to let people on. Now, the road was quite busy — and I didn't really have much space to get round him (all buses are 'hes' aren't they? Strange that...
) but I figured he'd be getting going again soon enough, so I just waited.
The thing was though, there was an old woman hobbling along trying to get on the bus — so he was taking just a little bit too much time. I could see the guy in the car behind me getting a bit annoyed at me for not overtaking the bus, but I really couldn't be arsed to overtake.
So — here is what was going on in each of our heads:
man > GGrrrrrrrrrrr!
me > la la la
man > ggggggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!
me > la la la
man > gggggggggggggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRR!!!!!
me > la la la
The thing is though, what with me being a princess and all, I'm allowed to go la la la and hold other people up. Old people and tractors are not princesses — so they should get out of my bloody way strop
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One thing I forgot to mention last night. On the way home, an owl flew out into the road in front of me. It was very cool 
But I had to swerve to miss it.
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yay!
Emer has come back from Apple! Fixed! In 5 days! With a new CD Drive!
This is so cool — it means I can really get on with the writing I'm doing at the moment, and I can start writing big diary-entries on the train again yay!
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poo!
OK, I don't understand this, I really don't — 5 minutes ago there were ads for wedding dresses over there on the right — but all I can see now are those stupid ones that keep appearing that have nothing to do with anything I've ever written about.
Just out of interest — anyone seeing wedding-dress or petticaot ads? I think it might just be me that isn't. Or at least I hope it is
Sally writes:
Nah honey, I haven't seen any ads at all yet.
