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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...

Birthdays

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Birthdays

(This is a guessing game)

ones the blog birthday and the other is yours?

An anonymous coward

Nope — one of them is mine, obviously, but the other is another person

I know which one is yours and that the other one isn't Becky's as its 5 days too late for that so I can only surmise that is either Tom's, Jon's, Tish's or Biscuit's.

Clarissa

Hmm, well deduced. Right lines, but wrong :tongue:

In A Slightly Related Vein

I'll leave yous to puzzle that one for a bit. This is not, I hasten to add, one of my little games where I promise to do something fun for the winner — like send nekkid pictures — it's just something born out of the observation that mine and someone else's birthdays are close by, and they both happened to be on that tub of chocolate mousse that I bought earlier.

(I was, earlier, thinking I might make the bold claim that all the best bloggers have birthdays in February, but that would piss too many people off :unsure: )

Sorry, related vein...

On the 17th of February, what was initially intended as a flying visit to see an fellow web-scribbler, seems to have been bigged-up into some kind of 'guest appearance' (by my over-inflated ego and over-active imagination). Initially, I was just going to trundle along en-drab as it were, and get pissed. But seeing as it's an "alt.gay.goth/industrial.nite", I'm starting to wonder whether I should put a bit of effort in, and dig out my corset and Big Black Flowy Skirt™.

Or I could do a bit of GenderFuck or something :unsure:

Consequently tonight — a night that I was considering doing some work in — will most likely now be devoted to trying on umpteen different outfits, and mucking around with black lipstick.

This may seem a little early to be preparing for something in three weeks time — and that's probably very true. Normally, I get ready with hours to spare, rather than weeks.

But then again, I'm a transvestite, and I'll jump at any excuse to hoist myself into something flowy.

Well, at least you're both aquarians. All the best people are.

Any likelihood of the "Reading List" getting fixed before the black lipstick binge?

Selina Morse

No I'm not — I'm Pisces

Yeah, noticed the bizarrity of my del.icio.us parser borking itself the other day. It's odd, it kinda comes and goes. There's something wrong with the way its caching the xml — or there's something wrong with the way I'm parsing it. I hate it when things go *phut* on their own — if it had broken after I did something, then I'd have a clue as to where to start debugging...

A Cuspian Trapped In A Man's Body

I've always thought of myself as a Pisces. But, seeing as how my birthday is the 19th of February, and astrologists country-wide (in tabloids at least) seem to disagree on when Aquarius ends and Pisces starts, most of the time I find myself reading the wrong horoscope.

Actually, technically, I always read the wrong horoscope. I like to ready yesterday's and see if any of it was remotely true :smile:

I know I'm Pisces, based purely on a tea-towel that used to hang in my Mother's kitchen which said "19th February -> some irrelevent date in March" under a picture of two fish.

What my hyper-religious mother was doing with a piece of occultist-plate-drying-paraphernalia in her kitchen, incidentally, is beyond me.

Technically, I guess, I'm on the cusp. I did try once, with the help of an astologically (should there really be the word 'logic' embedded in that?) inclined friend, to pin it down for certain. We looked up when the sun left Aquarius (or however it is you're supposed to measure these things — I wasn't really paying attention) and entered Pisces in 1972.

"9.08am on the 19th, it says here. When were you born?"

"9.08am on the 19th"

:rolleyes:

So, in a totally scientific experiment, let's grab one of those random "this is your personality based on ~~arbitary things and a bit of mumbo-jumbo~~ the arrangement of planets and whatnot at your birth" profile things for Aquarius and Pisces, and see which fits me better...

Aquarius

Friendly and humanitarian, honest and loyal, original and inventive, independent and intellectual. Intractable and contrary, perverse and unpredictable, unemotional and detached.

Pisces

Imaginative and sensitive, compassionate and kind, selfless and unworldly, intuitive and sympathetic. Escapist and idealistic, secretive and vague, weak-willed and easily led.

See, based on that, I'd go with Pisces.

Also, I like the irony in the fact that I don't like fish :smile:

Haha, I get you on the astrological bit. I'm just barely a Sagittarius. I'm actually only about a day away from being a Scorpio (side note: anytime I tell people my birthday, they always say, "Oh, so you're a Scorpio." No, I'm not. My mom is. Not me), so I think that I have a couple of traits from the other sign.

For instance, my actual sign dictates that I ought to be adventurous and stuff, and I guess I am, but it also says I ought to be sporty. I definitely do none of that. However, on the Scorpio side, I do tend to get rather emotional (most of the time for no real reason) and passionate over things.

So...I prefer being a mix, myself. :tongue:

Tiffany

Is the 17th Erin's birthday? or one of you other mac's maybe? :unsure:

Beki

Oh, and i'm Taurean by the way! :tongue:

Beki

Is the 17th Erin's birthday?

Nope — Clarissa was on the right track with "male blogger" type guesses.

Ian's?

I was trying to go with those you've had to refrain from sending drunk "I love you" emails to but didn't realise he was in that category. :tongue:

Clarissa

I don't send Ian or Jon drunk "I love you" emails

You mean you're sober when you write them?

Selina Morse

Dammit — why do you guys always twist what I say? :tongue:

Look, it was Mike OK? I was kinda hoping I'd catch him on a Bloglines trip and hed be flattered.

Blocked

Sometimes, when I'm sat within arm's reach of a Mac, and I'm feeling disatisfied with a day's writing, I force myself to write things. Usually, these things wind their way into the Official Shittest Things I've Ever Written List™. At other times though, I resist the urge, and decide instead to clean out all the backlogged photos on my phone, and shove them on Flickr.

So, corseted and petticoated as I am, I thought I'd do a sub-selection of my LifeDump (© April), and shove them here as well.

Bring on the random pictures. That's what I say...

Fallen To Earth

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Fallen To Earth

This bottle has been stuck in a tree since May last year. I felt a little piece of loss to see it had fallen, and considered taking it home for posterity.

But then I remembered that I'm not some sad freak, and put it in a bin.