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...
Untitling
Dunno about you guys, but sometimes (especially when hungover) I find it hard to think up witty/arty titles for pictures that I stick up on Flickr.
I think, perhaps, we all use Flickr (and other photo sharing sites) for completely different purposes — personally, I use it as a mini-audience for some of my work as well as a technical step in posting some photographs here. I'm always reluctant to leave pictures titled as IMG_5137.JPG and such (it seems lazy to me), so I try to quickly come up with a short word or something.
Sometimes it's easy, because I'm specifically trying to describe something in the picture. Other times though — like when the photo is non-descriptive and non-documentative, I come out with crap titles.
Hence the following two:
Crap titles, but (IMHO) nice photographs 
Currantly
Oh, the glamorous life I lead...
I have the same problem with photo titles...but I just let it go and end up with the file name. Yes I'm being lazy. But thats not a problem. Especially as I am using Flickr as a back end to my own website, I tend to process a lot more volume, so finding individual names is a real bind. As an example, my last bulk upload was 90 photos from lost vagueness. But then I like to think my work speaks for itself...God I am so full of me
My Nan
God, that was tortuous.
My Nan was 90 today, as I mentioned. The whole family (all 7 of us) gathered down in St Helens for a meal at her local working man's club.
The reason it was tortuous, was because despite being able to recall things that happened when she was a child, she can't remember anything that you said to her five minutes ago. So the general conversation went something like this...
"So who are these people?"
"We're your grandchildren Nan."
"And how long have you had long hair?"
"About 2 years now"
"Where are we going?"
"We're going to the NALGO for tea"
"And who are you?"
It's strange really, she's my only living grandparent and it's sad sometimes to see her bent double with arthritis (of the spine — ouch). I think though, that she was really pleased to see us all together — even though we had to remind her who we were.
It used to be the case that whenever I went to see her, one of the first things she'd say to me was that she'd go find me a frock to match my earring. I think the hair really confused her.
I think it confuses my mother too...
Tell you what was really weird though — my parents had cobbled together a few photos of her and the three of us in a frame, along with a photo of who I thought was my grandfather.
But it wasn't my grandfather, it was my great grandfather. I have a lovely little story about my grandad (who died before I was born), but I'll save it for another time. I just didn't realise that his father had outlived him, and that I'd met him.
Anyway, this is my Nan...
...and yes, that's me
awwwwwww nice to have these pics, Ive lost most of the older family ones I had. Beautiful baby, I can see you a little in your nan from that pic
I Don't Fucking Believe It
Right, see, I know some of you think that football is important. But it isn't. It's a tedious piece of nanoentertainment, that essentially amounts to twenty-two imbeciles foot-pushing an air-filled sac up and down a stretch of grass for ninety minutes. Or, ratherly, more importantly, in this case, not ninety minutes.
Cybermen! You made me miss the CYBERMEN
You cunts
Ah! That's why Dr. Who was late! I had to sit through 20 minutes of Strictly Dance Fever... Sheer torture!
Be careful not to miss the repeat of Dr. Who tomorrow!
Emily S
Aye — with my luck the BBC3 Outakes Show will run into some kind of penalty shoot-out, and make me miss it again.
"And at full time, it's a tie with David Walliams saying 'Oooh, get me' three times, and Matt Lucas fucking up the 'Margret! Margret!' three times. So now we go into a Two Pints of Fucking Lager and a Packet of Shitting Crisps Inane Post-Hollyoaks Penalty Shoot-out in which no-one REALLY CARES"
Is it just me, or does anyone else find themselves dumbfounded as to how Two Pints (etc) actually managed to wriggle its way past the comissioners?
meanwhile over on alt.binaries.multimedia (EFNet — Req 15802) programmes continue as scheduled...
Yeah yeah yeah. That's stealing
Significance
I think, if I'm not mistaken, that my sister (who has passed out on the sofa downstairs — she being a total fucking lightweight who has drunk a lot less wine than me today ... ha!) — my sister being my spitting image apparently — has never actually seen me in a dress until earlier on this evening when we got back home an I did the singularly most natural thing that I could possibly think of doing.
Cool¹
¹ I love doing this. You all followed the link from my RSS feed thinking I'd wrote lots, but all I said was "cool". Ha. I wasted your bandwidth.
Hey your Nan looks very like mine. Maybe we're related.
hope you manage to catch Dr Who before next week as it was a "to be continued".
I love Doctor Who, but I don't think it was that good today. Whatshisface will always be Trigger, no matter what else he does.
On the subject of football, they may be 22 imbeciles foot pushing an air filled sack, but it was a bloody good game! and they (mostly) get paid more in a month than most of us will all year, so they must have done something right!
Beki
Melvyn Bragg put the FA Rules in his 12 books that changed the world program right between Newton's Principia and Marie Stopes 'Married Love'. Parky didn't agree though!
The fact that "they (mostly) get paid more in a month than most of us will all year" means that "they must have done something right!", completely makes sense to me.
I support Team Enron, by the way. "come on you shredders"
Hurrah! Blearghin Trains seems to have unblocked you Siobhan, as I'm reading this from work, despite someone saying a very rude word for a lady's front bottom there, which somehow got past the redcoats in the IT dept
looby_at_work
Hey cool Are you, like, on an actual train right now then? Can I get wireless on the train too? Please?
So how'd the whole sister/frock thing go down? Or was that the whole point of filling her up with wine?
Ack no, sure — it was fine. She knew already, it's just she'd never seen.
No, sad to say, I was just in an office, but wifi's coming "soon" (it said in the press release we got the other week). GNER already have it, if you're ever travelling with them from Leeds.
Oh Siobhan.....The dress. It's calling your name. Can you hear it?
Tabby
Yes, nice photos. I would use "grill" for the top one and "wood" for the other... No I wouldn't.