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...
Feedback Fun
Hee hee hee — I have invented a new game 
I need to think up a good name for it, but for the moment I'm calling it The Great Ebay Negative Feedback Trail
(See why I need to think of a better name? 
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It's quite simple — you log on to eBay, and pick someone at random. Then you see whether they've had any negative feedback. When you find one, you click on the person who left the feedback and see if they've got any ... and you keep doing this until you either come to a dead end, or you get stuck in a loop.
Hours of fun
What would be really cool is if you got like about 20 people, then the last one linked back to the first 
I kinda like the idea of all these random people, unknowingly connected by a set of mishaps and misunderstandings.
Anyway, I thought I'd mention it here, just in case someone nicks it and pretends that it was their idea (She said, paranoidly)
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I've been all over the place today — Bollington in Chesire for a start. I can't explain now though, I'm at work. If I get a minute or two when I get home, I will tell all...
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Actually, it's not really that much of a story (she says, having got home) — the driver from work is on holiday, and I had to go off ti Cheshire to deliver some things.
The only things that really stood out about the journey were (a) How bloody awful the weather is today, and (b) How amazingly rich everyone who lives in Prestbury must be
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The journey home, now, that's a whole other story...
Kath, in her gorgeousness, had warned me that the traffic on the M6 was officially Poo™ so I came home the back way — the seriously back way. Ie: single-track roads.
I love my car so much I have absolute faith in her that when I point her into a corner, she's going to make it out the other side. I also have extreme faith in her ability to go through 12 inch deep puddles, which came in handy tonight.
Very wet, very flooded, but made it OK yay
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Kath and I are going to see Jeremy Hardy tonight in Morecambe, and I was thinking to myself, while my car was waist deep in water, that it's odd that every time I go see a comedian in Morecambe, the weather is awful — last time was Hatti Hayridge about a year or so ago, and it was almost worse than this.
No significance 
Just a nice (?!) coincidence
