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...
Happy Birthday Apple
I made a cake especially (told you I was up to something)
Very creative, better than I could have done. Is it apple flavoured as well?
My god, you're one helluva baker...
I bet there's not a pre-made Apple cake pan, hm?
No 
I just printed out a big copy of the logo (alt-shift-k kids 
) and cut round it. The leaf, rather wonderfully, fits into the bite.
I'm worried though, that this goes against my agreement with Paul McCartney not to get involved in the cake industry
A Dilemma Brought About By Stubborness
A week or so go, I sent a bit of a 'request for help' to the UK Angels' mailing list. I wanted to know what the best type of glue to use to hold my tits on was. In the past, I've tried a couple of things — sticky pads from The Shop That Dare Not Speak Its Name (they were a present, I didn't buy them), and full-on industrial strength silicon glue (which worked a treat, but took forever to remove, and saw me stuck to my nightie for a good few hours).
Holister Medical Adhesive seemed to be the general consensus, and so, after quite a few agreeing emails, I ordered some along with the remover spray.
Now, don't get me wrong here — the stuff is expensive, and has been put on my "special occasion" list. I'm not about to start wearing my tits all-day every-day (as much as I'd like to). In the same way that I don't always go the whole hog when I'm just dressing by myself, there's no real reason to put myself in a position where I can go bra-less all the time.
But last night, just to try it, I gave my little beauties a couple of coats of glue, and — using my bra as a guide (but not completely sucessfully — the left on isn't quite in the right place) I firmly attatched myself to them.
God, it feels wonderful 
Seriously. There's something so utterly pleasurable about having a pair of breasts — and I guess this is the closest I'll ever get to experiencing that.
Just sitting here now, in the morning (yep, I kept them on overnight), I just can't help but not constantly play with them through my t-shirt
But back to the dilemma
See, I'm pretty sure there's at least one big delivery coming today (a whole truckload of computer manuals from Amazon). And no matter what I wear, I just can't seem to disguise the fact that I've got a pair of bazookas stuck to my chest.
And dammit, I don't want to take them off, just to answer the door to the Postie. I want to sit here for the good part of the morning playing with them. I've got dresses to try out, to see if I can get away with wearing them without a bra, to see if (as I hope and pray) they cover my falsies enough.
Ack, I dunno. Maybe if I throw my big duffle-coat on and adopt the "I've just grabbed the first thing I could find because you've woken me up" look, maybe I'll get away with it
Go for it!
The postie won't really care what you're wearing, he'll just want to get back in his van and out of the rain. x
Morgan Tyler
Ah, sorry, I chickened out I know — I'm a great big wuss.
...
Hmm, two things of note:
- Cool They kinda stay sticky so I can sorta reattatch them
- All those bits of advice saying "make sure you shave your chest", now I understand why
RTFM
(Gah, my K750i is great — but not in low light)
So you're not a Safari subscriber then?
Eh? Lost me there hon
O for online, I should have explained :-/
Ooh. That's rather cool ... but I must admit, I rather like having books.
I love that cake! (a little bit late i know, i just woke up, 4am here and all)
"I'm worried though, that this goes against my agreement with Paul McCartney not to get involved in the cake industry"
I think you'll be alright, as long as you don't use your cake to sell music. You could also be in trouble if you invite a lot of people over to eat it, and have Too Many Reaching For A Piece Of Cake...
Kinda late but, the next time you might want to instead of removing the falsies altogether, bandage them, just like genetic girls who crossdress do...
Either that, or claim "I was doing an experiment..."
bandage them, just like genetic girls who crossdress do...
God, that would cause the universe to implode or something. I mean, that's like a double negative... a proton and an electron... (some better analogies will come later) 
Charidee
Um, some kids just sold me this for 10p
was it signed?
Yes. I'm thinking of getting it framed.
Failing that, I'm going to put it on my fridge as some kind of 'surrogate child' drawing to pretend I have a nephew or something. There could be a market in this...
The Magical World Of Penis Unicorns
BWahahhhahHHaamwamwaaahhhaaahahaha! *snort*
....dear Lord. Please save teh Internets from this horrendous mess....
...and I was hoping that was your April Fools' joke.
LOL, no — just something I saw on slashdot (who seem to be applying the trannie system of web design to themselves at the moment)
I was so wrapped up in cake-making that I didn't really bother to think of anything for April Fools. I'll leave that up to other people.
Our newspaper did a section of April Fools' news. I found particular pleasure in writing about our school becoming an official sorority.
...because it could happen.
Daffodil Cascade
The Ph34r And Aw3 Of Commenting
There's been something troubling me of late — something sepcifically referring to my online activities. It's become increasingly apparent to myself that I spend far too much time dipping my toes into The Known™ — rather than the unknown.
I have a specific set routine I guess. I have a bunch of RSS feeds that I read, and a bookmarked-toolbar-folder of weblogs that I can summon up with just a click of the "open in tabs" menu. Do I venture outside of this little haven?
Nope.
As a result, I'm increasingly finding myself boring. Part of what I believed myself to be all about was pushing the main subject matter of this weblog into spaces that it doesn't normally occupy — bringing some kind of credibility to my hitherto taboo pastimes through general association and correcting public misconceptions.
(Sorry. That sounds pompous)
...
Ack. Sometimes I have such a clear idea in my head as to what I'm about to write — but that clear idea turns out to be nothing more than an ephemeral wisp of a notion.
Basically:
I stare far too long at partially filled-in comment forms worrying about exposing myself as someone who knows less than they should about something.
Sometimes I should just bite the bullet and ask things about stuff I'm interested in, regardless of whether or not I come across as a clueless n00b.
I need more feeds.
I wouldn't worry about it. After all, it's not like they're gonna come to your house and shoot you for asking dumb questions (I live in South East London, so its different for me).
Wanna share an OPML list of your feeds?
I use bloglines and the way I pick up on related things is to see what people have subscribed to feeds I am subscribed to and then look at their subscribed feeds (I do the same thing on flickr to expand my photographic range)
Also I try to avoid technologies and implementations which narrow focus. Like Tag Clouds. Tag Clouds are bad. They are a gimmicky waste of space. All they do is highlight what everyone else is looking at or what has been most written about, thereby implicitly discouraging diversity and exploration. I'm glad to see you've got rid of yours...
I'm glad to see you've got rid of yours...
Unintentionally — but I feel some kind of discussion-based argument coming on in the near future
You are not alone on item 1 or 2. I will search for hours, bang away at a piece of code, or sometimes even give up rather than ask how to do something. For me, it has to do with admitting I don't know something.
Actually, item 2 in your list specifically addresses something I wanted to go into back in October, but never did. So hopefully you'll dig into it now, figure out all the answers, and I can just take your solution and call it my own...
No, you'll have to be more specific than that. I followed, I read, I tried to understand ... I'll try it sober in the morning, but I feel it'll have the same effect
What I said doesn't really make sense — I know. It's a personality thing, not something you can fix for me. I'm just saying that the whole RTFM thing (attitude) can be good and bad — encouraging and discouraging. It depends on who's saying it I guess. Are they a thoughtful, knowledgeable, person — encouraging me to dig a little deeper and learn along the way? Or, are they some elistist know-it-all who enjoys fucking with the n00bs?
I have been thinking about this for a while — wondering if my style of learning (self-teaching) is as effective as it can be due to my own aversion to asking questions. Then, I ask myself — why do I have an aversion to asking questions? I guess because I've run into many an asshole on a mailing list or messageboard who would much rather crap on you for not knowing something, or asking a question incorrectly — than help.
Or, (c) are they a thoughtful, knowledgeable, person — exasserbated by n00bish questions who just wishes their inbox was filled with less obviousness and wishese people would dig a little deeper and learn along the way?
(That wasn't supposed to be as snotty as it came out)
Fuck 'em — thats their problem. (That wasn't supposed to be as aggressive as it came out). All the wishful thinking in the world ain't gonna change no one.
I like to approach things from the opposite end, I go into a situation assuming nothing and asking lots of "why dis, why dat" kinda questions. And sure it can piss people off, but more often I find they delight in being able to show off their own grasp of the problem. Which is nice, people like having their ego stroked. Have your own core of knowledge, but dont be afraid to let it go. But then I've always been one to question things...
Self-teaching is good — but it invariably terminates itself in a semi- complete state.
I have self-taught myself pretty much everything I know — which is why everything I do is half-baked-pieces-of-shit.
Head not working. Need sleep. Must post open-ended vauge confessional- based piece of weblogging cruft before bed however ... just to ensure paranoid morning franticness about "I said WHAT?!" ...
Have I mentioned that recently I've been dreaming about this weblog? I keep waking up in the morning knowing undefensibly what comments have been left ... only to be confronted by the dull reality that none actually gives a shit.
"everything I do is half-baked-pieces-of-shit" — haha, we call that Rapid Application Development in the commercial world
Dont worry. Shit rarely gets fully baked in the web world. Didn't you know that Beta is the new black?
From where I'm standing, Beta is the New Stained Panties Left Out On The Line For Anold Layne™
semi- complete
describes me to a "T"
"Beta is the new black"
oh i LOVE THAT!
"everything I do is half-baked-pieces-of-shit"
and that describes me to a t. =)
Nahhh youre not boring, I take the honours for that, I read your blog because I find it interesting.
....that's....rather sweet of you, Siobhan.
No wonder there was a mess. I bet there's not a pre-made Apple cake pan, hm?