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...
Elliptical Marquee
Sorry, just something I spotted from last Saturday's Doctor Who (feel free to switch off now)...
Did anyone else notice how they had to post-process the film to make Queen Victoria visible in this tiny little clip? I can't quite work out if they've pasted her in, or just adjusted the levels in that oval.
Further inspection required, I think.
(Oh. My. God. I've sunk to new depths of geekiness. Or possibly risen to new heights. One of the two — I'm just deperately trying not to use the work "nerd" here)
Revisionism
I'm really unhappy with what I wrote last night. Just before I posted it, I thought to myself "Siobhan, thats a pile of shite really", but having typed it, I kinda felt I should post it.
I'm really not trying to find a 'label' at the moment, I'm just trying to pin down the two different moods I find myself switching between.
Basically, there's a lot of New Things™ going on right now, and one minute I'm absolutely fine with them, the next I'm not. I'm really really confused about a lot of things at the moment, I keep tying myself in knots trying to work out exactly how I feel.
Perhaps attempting to express it through my old 'boy-or-girl' metaphor wasn't the right way to go about it.
Ack, I dunno.
Do you ever feel sometimes that an entirely new potential chapter in your life is laying itself out in front of you, with things on all sides crying out for you to go down it. Yet, you're still held back by the comfort and security of the way things are at the moment?
ula
Wired News: Regina Lynn Is All Woman
There are some interesting questions and points in that article, that I think are worth reflecting on later. Not least the question of how presenting as one gender, but being totally upfront about it, fits in with all this.
several things
on the doctor who shot — maybe they put a big reflector in the carriage — the sun is at the right angle. Or some small soft kino-flos like they use in car interior shoots? Get it right in-camera.
on Defining A Point — I wrote a massive comment full of deep insight, I thought about it long and hard, and then deleted the whole lot. Ah whatever. These dicussions become enless circular affairs which revolve with no hope of resolution, our western scientific minds are simply not equiped to deal with them. See next item...
on Revisionism — there is an old Mexican proverb (which I think you know already) and I cant remember it exactly but its something like, "If you cant make a decision about something, then its too soon to make a decision." Maybe time and experience should make the decision for you.
Maybe time and experience should make the decision for you.
Perhaps. In fact, probably definately. But isn't it so frustrating in the meantime?
Guffaw
Yeah, not really funny, I know...
The tags are funny (over at the land of split conversations)... 
Shit, shit, shitey, shit and shite!
Note to self: When you find two new posts from Siobhan; read them BOTH before commenting on the first one.
Alli' Cat'
You've just saved me the hassle of writing a "Why does everyone insist on bringing the conversation back to this fucking 'labels' debate all of the time?" piece 
Something I Meant To Blog About Days Ago
April came up to visit me last week. This is probably evident in the pictures in her photostream, obviously — but while maybe at some point I should write about what we got up to when she was here, there was one particular moment that sticks in my mind.
(Other then the ones I doubt anyone else really wants to hear about)
We were walking through Lancaster city centre (I was giving my usual "5 minute tour of all the things to see around here") when our eyes got drawn to the ground by myriads of pretty coloured paper.
Confetti was strewn around the marketplace, like, um, confetti.
But not just confetti. Oh no. Here, in Lancaster, we like to push the boundaries of paper-based-wedding-celebratory products.
Here. I saved some for yous...
For one day in April, 2006, Lancaster City Centre was festooned with thousands of tiny coloured paper penises. I have no idea who did that, but I'll gladly tip my hat to them.
...
(I know what you're thinking BTW. You're thinking "OMG, is this the actual first time a graphic or photographic representation of a cock has appeared on tranniefesto.co.uk?" The answer, unsurprisingly, is no — well, no as in not the first time one has appeared, but yes as in the first time one has appeared intentionally. There was this one night were I accidentally posted a picture of my own knob to Flickr, and didn't notice until the morning...)
Let's Laugh At Other People (For A Change)
I've been watching television tonight, because I am sad and have no social life. Several people caught my eye...
![EyeTVSnapshot[29]](http://media.eyefood.co.uk/258958_f22a20_h.jpg)
These are "Local Hebridean Historians". Can you tell?
![EyeTVSnapshot[30]](http://media.eyefood.co.uk/258971_86de7c_h.jpg)
This is a NASA astronaut. They've become less, well, glamorous since Aldrin's and Armstrong's days, I feel
![EyeTVSnapshot[31]](http://media.eyefood.co.uk/258981_c6e3b9_h.jpg)
This man wants to send your merchandising into space. He's charging $1000 per gram for the privilage. He has a special rocket (that he comissioned from repurposed Soviet warheads) for the task, and a special capsule that he likes to call...
![EyeTVSnapshot[32]](http://media.eyefood.co.uk/258991_2b6ca9_h.jpg)
...the "penetrator"
I'm going to start a fund to raise $1000 to send one gram of my semen
to the moon in The Penetrator. I feel it would be worth it 
Oh dear lord.
I think we have two penis-type references in one day, folks.
I could do more, but I suspect I would lose subscribers...
Can I just say though, that I've just worked out what it is about that woman's jumper that freaks me out so much? It's gathered. She has a gathered at the waist jumper.
I believe we have a contender for The Most Unflattering Piece Of Clothing EVER, 2006 (which, actually, coming from a transvestite's weblog, is no small criticism)
Oh, the comment that was deleted? about the comment I almost typed. I think I get it.
Nah — just don't post comments when I'm editing the raw files themselves
Or maybe "Don't edit the raw files when people are leaving comments Siobhan"
We'll at least we know what happened to Captain Birdseye when Birdseye updated their image!
Beki
just happened again. i'm developing a complex.
My fault... 
I want to know what the comment you were going to leave was though...
There's probably a good reason for the "almost"
It had to do with space travel and the "one sock".
Yes. I am now glad for the inadvertent, accidental, deletetion
Vicious Cycles
The problem with Fridays (or Thursdays, depending on when it is that I get home from Leeds), is that I tend to view them as me days — days to induldge myself, free from he shackles of academic oppression, days defined by the hangover fron drinking too much celebreatory wine the night before.
My way of indulging myself, obvioudly, involves drinking more wine.
And thus the weekend cycle begins...
Ahhhh, wine. don't you just love it. and the weekend. Ahhh
Rachel
Just in time for a weekendr. You know, I hate this -0500 crap sometimes.
...one day, your liver is going to EXPLODE.
it goes without saying that you asked yesterday a fundamental question that faces a lot of blokes who wear dresses and i wish you luck in getting towards he bottom of it all as maybe it will help me answer some questions of my own! (don't worry, if i get there first i'll be sure to drop a line in here)