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...
A Small Favour
Um, listen. If anyone happens to be going past my house today, I don't suppose you could just quickly check the door for me? I'm sure I locked it, but I had this wave of nauseous paranoioa sweep over me just outside Skipton, and it's the sort of thing I'd do isn't it?
Ta muchly 
Um, hadn't thought of that 
But then I'm pretty sure only a couple of people who read this know my address. (She said, hopefully)
Just popped down. All is secure.
Blackadder
Lift Behaviour
Working, as I do, in a high-rise building, much of my day is spent going up and down in lifts. Not such a bad thing really, but sometimes other people's lift-usage really narks me.
The main entrance to our building is, oddly, on the second floor. This means that whenever I go out to have a fag, I end up standing on the second for a long time, waiting for the lift.
Just there now, there was me and this other guy waiting. We have two lifts, and the one on the left was on the first floor. "No worries", I thought. "A few seconds and it'll come up".
But it didn't. Or rather it did, but didn't stop 
So I waited for the other one to come — which was on the ninth floor...
Eventually, it came down to the second, but it was going down to the first. Nevertheless, my waiting-comapanion got on.
A few minutes later (or maybe it was seconds — it just feels like forever), it came back up to the second and I got on. And sure enough, my earlier companion was still in it, having been on a pointless trip to the first and back.
Then we stopped on the third floor ... and the guy got out.
He'd stood there for at least two minutes, waiting for a lift, then getting in one, going down then up just to go up one flight of stairs
Numpty.
Then again, I've seen people wait for ages for a lift to take them down one flight of stairs, so maybe I shouldn't be quite so surprised 
I seem to recall a web-site of 'lift hacks' somewhere. Key sequences for things like: Go directly to my floor without stopping (rather anti-social really). Best fun was working in a 20 story building where lifts used impulse field selectors instead of buttons (you don't have to actually press them, proximity will do): You get in on G, and want 5; on the way out you notice the other occupant has selected 20, so you run your finger down the row of selectors, dooming them to stop at every floor (Mwa, ha, ha haaa!)
Alli' Cat'
Unseasonal
(via flickr.com/people/si08han) 
Seasonal
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Oh the lifts !
12 story building here with 4 1950's lifts that breakdown more often than they work. There is one guy here who will use the lift to go down or up a single story — this guy looks like he could do with the exercise of using stairs too. Mostly, you can push a button for your floor and then end up on a completely different floor — lift lotto ! Other times you can push for your direction of travel and end up watching, and hearing, several lift passes and then the light on the button goes out — so push again. 15 minute waits are not unusual. After being stuck in these things a couple of times I now tempt fate and jump around and generally rock the thing as much as I can. This can ensure a lone but quick ride
Peetr (evil lift jockey)
alternatively, all those who may know your address can feel free to pop in and ransack the place!