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...
Fragments
Do you ever have days when all of the energy you thought you'd have in the morning — based soley on the suniness of the day — drains out of you in a perpetual stream, sucked from your soul by the constant pestering of ludicrous questions?
"Do you have a spare display for an Apple?"
"Eh?"
"I need the little box that plugs into a laptop"
"So not a 'display' then. You need a power lead."
"Er, yeah. THat's the one. I need it to burn some DVDs"
"?!"
...
Last night was a particularly lovely night. M, me and L sat down to a feast of lamb chops, then popped across the road and got some DVDs out.
Can I make a recommendation?
Don't rent "Ocean's Twelve".
It sucks.
...
My current feelings of frustration aren't exactly waning. I was talking to Karol the other night, and I was trying to explain to her just how much I need a night out at the moment.
The last time I was in the company of other trannie was, um, New Year's Eve. That's over a month.
Karol said, considering the dress I bought the other week, I should have a look at going to the Transfandango Ball. And having just seen the pictures on the website, I'm thinking oh yeah!
Anyone want to come along? I'd rather go with a date 
...
Yesterday, my boss (in as much as you can call him 'boss') came into my little room — the one full of iMacs — and annoounced he was going down to London to a couple of openings.
"You're in charge" he said.
Having said that, my window of opportunity to "Bunk off Early" has gone — so I'm going to be here for a good few more hours, until the traffic dies down enough to actually make it home before midnight.
It's odd — if I leave work at 7pm, I get home by about 9-10ish.
If I leave at 5pm, I get home tomorrow.
...
Oddly, despite me being away for three days this week, it doesn't feel like I've been away for a long time.
I was just about to launch into my usual Thursday-afternoon "Not long now until I can get back into a dress" daydreams, but I'm not dying to right now.
Three seconds back in Lancaster though, I'll probably be ripping wedding dresses off hangers.
...
I got a wonderful email today:
Dear Siobhan
Just a quick note to update you on your Virgin Wines order:
Your order has been despatched and you should have now either received your wine or received a card with contact details for your local depot.
That means that either there's a case of wine hidden somewhere round the back of my house, or some lucky chav found more than he was bargaining for whilst trying to steal logs.
Invasive Branding
Is it possible to eat too much salad?
I stuffed my face with the stuff at lunchtime today — beans, lettuce, cress, that sort of thing — and felt bloated for the rest of the day.
Consequently, I found myself sat on the khasi a wee while ago.
Whilst sat there, contemplating life (as I suppose most people do), I suddenly became aware that I was staring at our University logo.
Branding seems to be exceptionally important around here. But I was wondering, do we really need to plaster the university logo on soap dispensers?
Susan Callan
Eh, we've got our logo on our soap dispensers, too...
Heh 
However, there would be something delicious about pissing on it...
BTW, you know what I said about wedding dresses? Forget I said it. I just had a delivery from Monsoon...
Sizes
Right, explain this one to me...
(And before I begin, can I just mention that I'm very aware that the whole 'sizing' issue is a minefield — being one size in one shop doesn't mean you're that size in another shop)
You can probably picture this — "La la la! A skirt from Monsoon! And a pair of jeans!"
Seconds after stepping through the door (and feeding the cats, and playing "Hunt the crate of wine in the back yard") I was ripping off packaging and admiring a rather fetching green skirt...
..."Pleasefitpleasefitpleasefitpleasefitpleasefit"
Bugger.
I'm not — despite measuring myself carefully — a size 12 bottom after all. I'd always, you see, assumed that I took a size 10 top, and a size 12 bottom. And, even with what I said earlier about know the dangers of assuming your size, having measured myself, I was confident that that skirt was going to fit.
Disheartened, I thought I'd just quickly try on the jeans — even though they were a 12 as well...
...and they fit.
How can that be? That skirt is about 4 inches too big for me. I could understand if I'd bought them from two seperate shops, but how can two size 12 things from the same shop be different sizes?
This is where my "buy everything online" approach to life lets me down, I think.
Hips?
An anonymous coward
Oops that was me...
JoH
Why would hips make a difference between a skirt and jeans?
Or am I being really stupid here
I a skirt is made to fall from hips it won;t fit, where jeans which sit on the waist will?
JoH
Monsoon are like that. Very variable in sizing across the shop always have been I'm afraid.
This is where I'm supposed to break the habit of a lifetime and actually ask for a refund isn't it?
Nope, it's where you're suppose to learn to sew!
"Sew"?! Do I look like I'm a girl or something?!
One day you'll want to make a big ol' stripey-art installation out of fabric, and you'll rue the day you passed over this fine learning opportunity. 
Yeah I bought a skirt once that was far too big cos it was hip fitting, which was made worse by the fact I'd braved the Dotty Perkins sale to get it. You'd have to get body shapers to stop it falling off. I now make a point of making sure they're made to waist fit. Having said that, sizes vary a lot. Size 10/12 indeed anyway! for me read 18/20.
Susan
Pulling Rank
Damm. I've had a Cunning Little Plan™ in the back of my head for a long time now, having stumbled across some information recently. Nothing major — just something that I thought I could maybe use my position with Academia to pull a few strings.
But to no avail. Sometimes, I guess, romatic gestures outweigh the egotistical sidesteppings of a trupmed-up, self-indulgent weblogger.
...
Was that too cryptic?
Never mind. At least I asked.
Hi siobhan Still trying to access my pic..help!
XXX Yvonne
Siobhan writes:I had dinner with you on January 19th. Am I persona non trannie now?The last time I was in the company of other trannie was, um, New Year's Eve. That's over a month.
I was kinda only counting times when I was dressed as a girl
Well, it could be worse. They could have put the logo on the urinals!