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...
Putting Words In My Mouth
Policemen, at least around here, are lovely (and cute)
I've just had it explained to me, BTW, why the mobile phone thefts are exaggerated (it's all statistics and mathematical mumbo jumbo), but something about giving a statement struck me as odd. And it struck PC Cuteman as odd too.
At the end of the statement (including fantastic Siobhan PoliceSpeak "I proceeded to get dressed and venture outside at 2325 hours" 
), he wrote a bit that (paraphrased) read like this:
No-one has the right to damage my property
Weird no?
I mean, I didn't actually say that, and I asked him about it as I was reading it back through.
"Ah, we put that in to get around a certain defense that some of them are starting to try and use. They say things like 'Yeah, I know the guy. He said I could smash up his car'"
"Really?"
"Yes. So by putting that in, we stop them using that as a defense"
Is it just me, or is that a little bit (a) odd, and (b) fucked-up?
Wired News: You Can Make a Monkey Out of Me
Women a hindrance to evolution. Official — "'The genes that are a barrier to speciation tend to be on the X-chromosome,' said David Reich, the main author of the study."
0139 (Outside)
Damm. I need to get a good shot of this, but the light is really bad today.
Apologies (Whoops)
So I'm sitting here, throughout the whole of yesterday and this morning (actually, not this morning — I went back to bed at half eight, and slept until one), thinking to myself "Oi! Was it something I said? Everyone's being a little bit quiet at the moment."
"Perhaps", I thought, "there's some kind of Great Internet Conspiracy™ against me — a collaboration of the WHOLE Tranniesphere intent on undermining my self-confidence through the medium of not responding to anything I say. Perhaps Evil Becky 
has organised some kind of mass experiment to see just how long I can go before I crack from the deprivation of my daily intake of attention"
...and then I remembered my little over-zealous reaction to those really annoying "Nice site!" comment spams. And checking the code, I realised I'd made it completey impossible for ANYONE to leave a comment.
Sorry about that 
I've tried to insert the ones I could rescue where I think they should go, but I've probably cocked that up as well.
Very weird. You'd have thought that your statement was proof enough of the fact that you don't want your property damaged.
When are you visiting Nottingham again? Or was it an experience not to be repeated again? 
Hey hon
Um, d'ya know what's really weird? I dreamt I was in Nottingham last night. It was a strange dream involving speed cameras, tiny narrow streets that emerged inside pubs, drag cabaret that I was really annoyed I didn't get to be a part of, and a hitched lift in the rain with a couple who didn't mind me smoking in their car.
I'd love to come down again. Sometime over the summer maybe?
Touching Ball
Oh well parked. Fantastic. And I'm supposed to get out HOW?
Heh.. I did wonder where my comment from last night had gone.....
Tranny Force Episode 1: Cirque De So Gay CHAPTER 1
Quick! We must alert the Girlie Force! — (Google Video). If I wasn't busy, I'd be downloading the whole series
Ahh, those cars are kissing!
Oooh. Lesbo cars
A Culinary Warning
Do not follow the recipe for Norwegian meatcakes that I linked to yesterday, unless you want an amorphous, unedible bowlful of milky, gingery pink yukk to take around to your friends to impress them.
Wish me luck with the Swedish meatballs...
Nice piece of parking, if I tried getting out of there Id damage both cars for sure, how DID you get out btw, hope you didnt have to wait around for hours
Joke for you seeing as you go to London, thought of you when I read this for some reason:-----
Two men are driving through London when they get pulled over by a cop.
The cop walks up and taps on the window with his stick.
The driver rolls down the window and WHACK, the officer smacks him in the head with the stick.
The driver asks, "What the hell was that for?".
The officer answers, "You're in London son. When we pull you over, you better have your license ready when we get to your car."
The driver says, "I'm sorry, Officer, I'm not from around here."
The officer does a check on the driver's license, and he's O.K..
He gives the man his license back, walks around to the passenger side and taps on the window. The passenger rolls down the window and WHACK, the officer smacks him on the head with the stick. The passenger asks, "What'd you do that for?"
The officer says, "Just making your wish come true."
The passenger asks, "Making what wish come true?"
The officer says, "I know that two miles down the road you're gonna say to your friend here, "I wish that ashole would've tried that sht with me!"
The Swedish Meatballs were really good — overall an extremely good food evening all round...
JoH
Oh — nothing about Eurovision?
Ahem. I can't speak for dat side of de fence, but this side of the Atlantic, it's 'defence'....
Glad they caught them, though.