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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.

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Sunday, 14th May, 2006

So, Basically, What You're Telling Me...

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...is that the future of the (alternate) human race is in the hands of a CBeebies presenter?

The safety of the human race is in your hands

I gotta say, that I don't give a flying gnat's chuff what anyone else has said about that episode, I thought it was great. True, Trigger deserves the award for Biggest Ham-up of the Century ("I've had this Cyberman for twenty years. I replaced the head four times, and the body six"), but still. Whateva.

For a hilarious diversion into Parody Land™, allow me to point you in this direction. In the meantime, I have a prior appointment with a dress.

Messing With Sainsbury's Heads

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I like playing with Sainburys staff. I've mentioned in the past about the little game I like to play where I buy the same thing religiously, day after day, and then throw them a curveball.

Earlier on today, my brother and his wife paid a visit. I felt a bit lame, showing them around my two-up-two-down terrace, considering they have a swanky New York apartment to call home, but still.

Just as I was finishing the tour, the cat-flap resonated with the sound of prey.

"Um, Siobhan. I think Tish has a rabbit"

And sure enough, His Royal Highness™ was trying to fit through the swing-door with a member of the family Leporidae.

Rabbit escaped and much fretting was done by humans. It's the usual scenario around here, really.

Later, after family horribleness and embarassment in a pub just off Junction 27 of the M6 (OMG, can I recommend http://www.5minutesaway.co.uk/ enough?!), I called into Sainsburys on the way home to get some *ahem* supplies.

I bought:

  • A bottle of wine¹
  • A packet of condoms²
  • A carrot³

You should have seen the face of the woman on the till.

¹ To get a bit drunk

² To stop me making a mess of my dress

³ FOR THE FRICKING RABBIT

You need more than one carrot for a decent sized rabit, at least three, and add them 10 minutes before the end of cookign.

Time has gone full circle.

There was a time that people would save the world alongside the Doctor and then would reveal that they were Peter Purves and would present Blue Peter.

Nowadays, they get the order wrong.

1 bottle, shame on you, condom, shame on you, and carrot surely a bunch with leaves!!!!!

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Too... many... jokes... (Although at the moment I'm specifically thinking of that Paul Merton one that ends "I just couldn't be bothered to take it out of the packet")