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...
Stay Still Dammit [Flickr]
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(via flickr.com/people/si08han)
Step-up
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Bank Holidays...
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Are officially the time to put up shelves 
(Notice a trend here today? Yep, I am, indeed, photoblogging. You could, if you like, take this as a sign that I've got nothing much to say today)
However...
...as soon as I say "nothing much to say today", of course thousands of things pop into my head.
I need to get myself some kind of dictaphone and some voice recognition software, because I made the most glorious blog entry on my walk home from Kath's this afternoon, and have now completely forgotten what I said 
It was something to do with me making a good dad, I think. Something to do with garages, fixing things, nailing jam-jar lids to the undersides of shelves and storing nails. Something to do with the smell of oily rags and the wisdom of "fixing things" to pass on to future generations.
Ack. But it's all gone now.
Basically, I've been the most achievement-driven princess in the world today (ever) — I've put up shelves, clean all of the house (except the bedroom ) swept the yard, and even trotted over to Kath's house and replaced the ball-valve in her toilet because it's been annoying me ever since we started going out together
(it used to take a good five to ten minutes for her cistern to fill up ... not now though one minute and five seconds [I timed it] and it hardly makes a noise )
Anyway, all I really wanted to say was that earlier, as the sun was going down and the light was filtering through the trees out the back of my house, I was sat in the yard — glass of wine in my hand, french bread and cheese in my gob — and I suddenly realised that I was Happy
(With a capital 'H' as well )
Seriously, if you compare that moment with the one two months back (involving crying, the kitchen floor, and the doctor saying "yup, anitidepressants for you my dear"), you couldn't come up with two more contrasting moods.
(Yes, I know you probably can — but not in reference to me OK?)
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PS. I stopped taking the pills a month ago. I didn't like what they were doing to me.
Speaking of Cheese
I had the strangest dreams last night. I wish I could remember them properly, but as the day's gone on, they've flittered away into fragmentary snippets of memories — climbing up stairs ... erm, that's it actually.
Anyway, it's true that I go through periods of intense dreams sometimes — and I seem to be having one right now.
Thing is, last night's dreams were so vivid, weird, and downright bizarre.
No idea why that would be...
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Did I mention yesterday BTW, that I ate a whole Camembert?
Susan 2
Unlike you Siobhan, I can't remember the last time I had a dream. But I may just go out and buy a Camembert to see if I can add some weight to your (and many others) theory. I'll let you know what transpires, assuming I do it in the first place, may even write about it in my blog — no promises though.
Rachel
Hi Siobhan, The only trouble when you buy a set of tools like the one you talked about yesterday is: how can they possibly make them for that price? Visions of hapless Far-East political prisoners slaving under the shadow of the lash. On the other hand, it's a lot easier to fix stuff if you've got the right tools.