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...
Currant Mood
Pissed off. Quite frankly.
I've been in a grump for the whole of January, and it's not looking likely to end soon. There are Things And Stuff™ going on that plague my brain — Things And Stuff™ which potentially might get sorted soon. But until then, I'm grumpy.
Tish
The problem with having a feral cat is that you so can't rely on him.
Sometimes I wish Tish was as docile as Biscuit — but he's not. Last night, for example, I had another one of my "deal with semi-dead mouse" adventures (the mouse survived — minus an eye)
He's sat over there, by the fire (as I loll in a pre-bed catatonia on the sofa) and refusing to understand the finger-clicking beckoning that I'm throwing in his general direction.
(Biscuit heard it from upstairs, and is now sat on my lap)
Cats: you can't herd them. Not even for slabs of pork¹
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¹ I bought a slab of pork last night. It was reduced — Sainsburys, £1.99. Tasty, but the crackling was too tough²
² I haven't tried my new knives yet. I'm scared to get them dirty.
Exciting 6.55am Update...
The little sod just woke me up by bringing a mouse into the bedroom. It's got itself hidden in a pile of socks, and I really can't be bothered to sort it out right now.
are you not gonna flickr pics of the half dead mice? shame
Just for you Jessica...
(*waits for cunning cron-job to kick into action...*)
Humanitarian Mission
(via flickr.com/people/si08han) 
One rescued mouse, being nourished with cheese (I know mice like cheese from cartoons), ready to be set loose in the wild again ... where he'll probably freeze to death
Are you sure it's OK? It seems to have no head
Alison
Yep 
And I let him escape earlier — I think he's going to be OK. That's two mice I've saved this week. My Karma Is Good™
The Internet Is A Dangerous Place
You know those adverts for AOL at the moment? The ones with John Hurt musing about certain things? ("The Internet is a Bad Thing" ... "The Internet is a Good Thing" — make up your mind FFS man) Apart from the fact that I rather like how they got the man who played Winston Smith in Nineteen Eighty-Four to do a voice-over that goes on about "Big Brother", the adverts annoy the hell out of me.
AOL trying to encourage people to "discuss" things online, as if this was some great big new kind of idea 
Weren't they soley responsible for the September that never ended?
It reminds me of when they were trying to convince people to sign up because if you used their connection, you could "search the web" with something called "Google".
Anyway. *pah*
The Internet is a dangerous place when you're sitting around the house on a quiet Friday afternoon, wishing that you had more clothes. So far this afternoon, I have splurged at (taking Becky's advice from not so long ago) http://www.asos.com, http://www.marksandspencers.com, and http://www.stockingsdiect.co.uk.
(I sat here for ages, as well, staring at a ludicrous cerise satin Trannie-Explosion, before deciding that really I was far too grown up to be running around the house in an admirer's wet-dream.)
So now we wait...
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Waiting is the worst part of shopping online. You have that little moment of thrill at the thought of what you've just bought, you see the pennies flitting their ethereal way out of your bank account, but you have nothing to show for it apart from a mild sense of:
excitement
concern that the stuff is going to arrive while you're at work and you're going to have to trudge to the post office and queue while some surly post-officey chap rummages around the mountain of amazon.co.uk packages for the jumper that the person at the front of the queue's gran sent him four years ago.
And then when you do get what you ordered, you have to walk past a line of people with a large box marked "big sissy maid dress" in letters 6 inches high.
(No, I did not buy one of those 
I bought some stockings, a couple of tops, and a pair of french knickers, if you must know )
Siobhan, I'm so glad you didn't buy the sissy maid's dress. Someone was wearing one the last time I was in THAT shop in Euston trying on the heels and it looked seriously bad.
Susan
By the way everyone, I'd just like to say that I've just bumped into siobahn down Sainsbury's. In her basket were two bottles of red wine and a small crustry brown roll. I will leave you to draw your own conclusions about that
looby
The best bit about ordering stuff online is realising that you've ordered that frilly suspender belt in the wrong size and when you e-mail them you're told that "the order has already been processed" and when it arrives you can't just send it back, no, you have you ring someone to arrange for them to pick it up and you have to explain that, yes, you did order that frilly suspender belt but unfortunately it's the wrong size (damn Debenhams!).
In her basket were two bottles of red wine and a small crustry brown roll.
Indeed And when I left, they were joined by a camembert and some chorizo slices. And 20 Marlboro Red.
Hey, in defense of big sissy maids dresses, properly made and fitted ones look very cute, honest. 
I'm pretty certain Siobhan would look particularly fetching in one, though she'd probably not be so good at getting on with the cleaning. Trannies are notoriously unreliable like that.
See, I think I'd suit one too
In an ironic, knowing way, of course.
North West Tonight
I don't envy those who have to work for regional news programmes. It must be almost as hard as it is to think of things to blog about each day to come up with items of 'interest' that happened around here.
I just, accidently I must stress, caught the tail end of the news — and learnt that the Silverdale Golf Course has horses on it.
Wonderful.
My brain is enriched with knowledge.
(Ooooh! Lancaster made it onto the BBC's weather map! That almost never happens)
"I bought some stockings, a couple of tops, and a pair of french knickers, if you must know..."
Mmmmmm....If you bought the french knickers from http://www.asos.com then they're a hell of a lot more see-through than they look on the website 
i know what you mean about maids dresses from ebay, but i got two anyway! I think if if lost my belly i would look great. they are better with the filly underskirts i bougth later. As for doing the housework. My female freind dianne allows me to dress in her home and use her home as maiing address, on condition that i do the housework for her and she is very pleased with her new maid. she even told her friend about me. .... im waiting for requests from her friends to clean and serve for them too!!!
stephanie
Consider yourself lucky, one of my dogs likes to find spiders and such other delights to put in my bed at night