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...
Crimson Sunrise
The sun caught my new dress, and turned my whole bedroom red
A New Broom Gathers No Moss
So here's the thing: my house (and by extension, my self) is a mess. I'm sitting here, on my sofa, and scattered all around me are the detritis from a few carefree days of pleasure.
Somehow, I'm feeling oppressed by it all.
Everywhere I look, I can see wine bottles, underwear, coffee cups, half-empty packets of fags... and it's doing my head in. (A head, incidentally, slightly muddled by the late-night applocation of alcohol)
As much as I enjoy the life of the single transvestite, sometimes the freedom and lack of responsibility causes me to forgo the type of self-maintenance that one might feel pressurised into when in a couple. The "ack, sure, it's doesn't matter" attitude that I take sometimes can nuture (or perhaps, 'fester' would be more accurate) an environment of uninspirational gloom.
When I got home last night, I really wanted to just relax and lounge about. But there was things to move, spaces to clear, wine glasses to wash (I broke another BTW) before any of that could take place.
Somewhere, deep in my psyche, I know there's the self-motivational ability to sort this all out. Somewhere I've got the drive to don my marigolds, roll up my sleeves and purge this house of all that is unholy and stinky.
All it takes is a momentary flash of inspiration — some little event to spark off a cleaning frenzy...
...I have no marigolds. Maybe going out and buying some would get me in the mood.
perhaps the act of blogging that you need to do it is the inspiration/motivation you need...though I don't blog, I've noticed if I write something down, I'm more likely to do it.
Can't talk ... cleaning 
OMG. I've found it. 
It's on my desk in between my G5 and my Sky+ box.
EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW
I knew that french maids outfit whould come in handy one day..
An anonymous coward
Best be careful exposing that red dress to direct daylight, over time it will fade and you don't want that.
Lovely photo though
I can relate entirely. I just spent days cleaning my lab, and all it took was another day to make it just as bad as it was before. (sigh)
what exactly was it? mouse? rat? mole? badger? mr toad?
As tempted as I am to lie and say it was something like, perhaps, a squirrel, honesty prevails: it was just a mouse.
Stripemaker 1.0
I feel ever so slightly redundant — (Thanks Jon! 
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It's not working now... You killed it! Couldn't stand the competition could you?
If the noise gradient function in Photoshop stops working, I'll know who to blame! 
On Getting Things Done
Before anyone points out that everyone else on the planet manages to do the kinds of things I've done today on a regular basis, and It's Not That Big A Deal, Really™, I must just explain that I am crap, and for me to actually do more than two things in a day is a rare occurrance.
With that in mind, here's what I managed to do so far:
Dead mouse discovered, doused in disinfectant, triple-bagged and now waiting to be carried away by hurly-burly bin men.
All cardboard boxes (full of crap) now minimised and replaced by sturdy plastic crates. Original boxes now languishing at the bottom of the skip at the recycling plant. (Siobhan Curran, Ecowarrior!)
Dishes clean and stacked, not steeping in five-day-old-water.
All clothes (except, naturally, one sock) washed and tumble-dried, just waiting to be put into drawers.
Two new tyres (better safe than sorry) and a wing-mirror not hanging on by the thread of gaffer tape.
Mental well-being restored.
In amongst all of that, I also managed to have a quick trying-on of the petticoat that arrived on Saturday. As April 
says, I have to wear it a week on Saturday, and even though I'm not sure if the bodice and skirt that go with it will arrive in time, I've found that I can team it up with my little lace corset (Sans straps, perhaps).
I'm thinking maybe I should get a top hat to go with it as well, and tie a huge ribbon around it. Perhaps.
I should just mention that I spoke to Beth (who made it) earlier. She wanted to point out that there's 300 feet of fabric in that skirt.
Later on, I'm going to try combining it with the already-humungous dress and hoop skirt. Prepare for Trannie Overload™...
hmmmm...perhaps a Louis XVI powdered wig would be more appropriate (or more fucked up — depending on which way you look at it).
...somehow I'm thinking that your house won't be able to handle the dresses together and that you ought to change outside if you plan on having a place to live.
Somehow, I think you're right. I just tried it there now — all three of them together in some kind of unholy trinity — and for a second (I don't know if anyone noticed or not) the whole of space folded in on itself, time jerked out of kilter, and the concept of 'space' was reinvented in a nanosecond.
No one trannie should hold that much dress-power — the universe is not safe.
Quite simply, There Should Never Again Be A Dress That Big™, or I fear we all might die.
Was it that good then?
Beki
Just think, if the fabric of your dress reaches a critical mass, the image of you wearing it would be held for eternity on an event horizon.
Beki, that was like the unholy trinity of font-modification there: bolded, italicized, AND underlined! Oh ho ho.
And I think I felt it over here. It was probably the moment when my psych lab work this afternoon started making more sense...
Siobhan,
That dress is now the ultimate power in the universe. I suggest you use it!
However, the ability to warp space-time with your dress is insignificant next to the power of the Force you will hold over anyone who sees you wearing it.
</geekout>
I almost feel ashamed. Almost.
Beki
Aaawwwwwww I know exactly how you feel, Im on my own yet again and Im a total slob, hard to get motivated to do housework or cook a proper meal, and my bedroom looks like a tip. Job for tomorrow, tidy my place up. Buy red roses hon, they smell better than Marigolds
Love the pic of the light reflecting off your dress, you mustve caught it at the right time.