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...
Meh
Talking to a student yesterday about where her work was going, I made the observation that she "lacked direction" and needed to be more assertive with herself (and others) about what it was that she really wanted to do.
Halfway through listening to that coming out of my gob, I suddenly realised I should really be saying it to myself.
If I was at home right now, I'd launch myself into a long typing session and explain just what's going on in my head at the moment, and why I'm in such a bad mood in the face of so many nice things going on — but I'm not.
I'm lying on a beanbag in my MacRoom, having a cup of coffee, trying to hide from the multitude of students wanting me to show them how to use a scanner.
(It's my lunch-break — they don't seem to understand this concept)
Two Moment Of Oddness
(1) Riding on my clutch in a traffic jam outside of Ilkley yesterday morning, I started to slide backwards.
For a tiny fraction of a second, a wave of panic swept across me as I realised I'd forgotten how to drive.
(2) Sitting on a beanbag yesterday afternoon, listening to a colleague talking to a student, a thought struck me...
"Holy shit. I'm a lecturer. How the fuck did that happen?"
Alli' Cat'
Ah I still get the "can't drive" dream. In fact, whenever I get into a car in a dream it's always a vehicular disaster. Things just don't seem to "work" in dreams.
Siobhan, know the feeling hon with point (2). I think we all get struck by that sensation now and then. I had it the other day, I was sitting at work tackling a knotty problem with thin clients, when I suddenly thought...
"Holy shit... Siobhan's a lecturer!"
I quite often forget where I'm going, or forget what I'm supposed to be saying half way thro.....
Did you see Gordon Ramsey last night??? Told ya it was shite!!!
God, wasn't it good?! (The programme, not the restaurant 
)
I was a little disappointed at the end that the chef had quit. It wasn't that I thought he should have stayed, but it kinda left things hanging a little. He was obviously what was wrong with that restaurant (amoung other things, I guess), but I really wanted to know what he thought of the whole thing.
I would liked if they'd tracked him down and talked to him — the end of the programme felt a little anticlimatic.
Yeah I know what you mean... Looks like I'll have to do a bit of a pub crawl around Derby to try and find the missing chef (oh bugger...). There can't be too many pubs here that serve Smash!!!
Ha! Or powdered minestrone soup
Start Early
Smiley Guinness and a packet of nuts. Would that be a 'well balanced' diet then?
Alli' Cat'
Should really be a shamrock in the top for an authentic Irish pint. They all do it like that out there.
Maybe we could start a 'Guinness head design' Flickr group??? I'm sure we'll all get plenty of practice over the next few days 
I always celebrate St Pats day, but fingers crossed this will be the first time I've done it as Karol. So I am now frantically searching my wardrobe for something green. Wish me luck!
This reminded me of my favourite / recurring 'anxiety dream':
I'd be driving along, usually in a big truck, and get to a set of traffic lights that are on red. So I'd stop, put the hand-brake on, change into neutral, etc. A queue of traffic would form behind me and the lights would start to change. It was at this point I would remember "I can't effin' drive!". Funnily enough, once I could drive, the dreams stopped.