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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...

Pseudonymity

It's not like I wasn't expecting anything to have been delivered while I was away — in fact, there were three parcels I was kinda hoping to pick up from the Post Office yesterday:

My "Your PC is a POS" t-shirt that I got from subscribing to Daring Fireball
The rest of That Dress™
The maids' dresses from China

The thing is though, I'm not entirely sure but I think they've reorganised the way they do the whole "you weren't in — please queue for half an hour while we look for it in a pile of parcels" thing.

Normally, I go to a little cramped room around the back of Fenton Street, but when I went there they told me I needed to go to the main Post Office. Not a major problem, but it was when the guy asked me for ID that I started to wonder...

See, lots of people send me stuff (hint hint). The odd CD, the odd book, the odd great big ginormously huge dress. And most of the time, people who send me stuff like that write "Siobhan Curran" on the parcel.

If they're going to start asking for 'proof of who you are' every time I go to pick up a parcel, just how am I going to prove that I am Siobhan? :unsure:

Hang on — you with digital media and with students. Doesn't that scream fake ID?

Kris J

ha — I knew it. You're not actually Siobhan Curran are you!

April Angell

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Ah yes the ID problem. I've had that one, but it was a false alarm (phew!). Probably will be in your case too, they only need ID if its special delivery (or whatever its called) otherwise just having the "sorry we missed you" card is enough.

Karol Cross

I could, I suppose, always throw a hissy-fit in front of the guy and scream "Don't you KNOW who I am?!" :wink:

I just give them one of my business cards and say, "check out my website, yeah."

April Angell

So, do we get to see the pair of you in your 'Lost Vagueness' ensembles?

Alli' Cat'

"Your PC is a POS"

Your Police Constable is a Point of Sale? That doesn't make any sense at all!

Oh wait...

Miss K

do we get to see the pair of you

Aye :smile: Gillian has some shots on her photostream

For photos of our outfits, best thing to do is view Gillians photostream on flickr where you will see things like this...

!Three frocks

April Angell

curses — synchronicity — plus my failure to correctly markdown inline images :sad:

April Angell

My fault — exclamation marks break my comment script, so I replace them with their html entity...

I think the ID is just to prove the address... I've been to collect parcels in my wife's name.. I just take the "we called" card.

I think you can also give written permission — so you could (as Siobhan) write something that gives you (as boy) permission to collect the parcel on your behalf :wink:

Joanna

Currantly

CurranVision

Push your face near the screen and you too can pretend that you're me

Or! you could go the pub, drink, and pretend to be you! That works better for me!

Beki

I think the asking for ID is a main Post Office thing as until I fell under the auspices of Southend I always used to just take the 'sorry you were out card' and pick up whatever was waiting, regardless of who it was for. Being asked for ID was a bit of a shock — especially as the only thing I had on me that passed muster was my old student union card — which like all these things has a dodgy haircut.. taken back in the days when I had hair. :smile: