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...
Numpty
What a gloriously beautiful morning.
Granted, it was dark when I woke up, but — in a New Wave Of Preparedness™ — I'd all the stuff for this week set out downstairs. The washing I'm planning on working my way through; my laptop and assorted bits and pieces; some clean clothes while the rest is drying; all the fags I needed pre-rolled and ready; all the food for the week in an oh-so-brand-new orange Sainsburys bag...
See, I'm rather excited about this week — probably overly-so. As I said the other day, I'm in Leeds for five days seeing as how everyone has swanned off to New York, leaving my In Charge™. It's not a major thing — it's just that it gives me a chance to 'play Leeds life' for a bit. Perhaps.
Anyway, sorted, happy, and unflustered, I jumped into the car (pre-filled with petrol) and spent a somewhat pleasant (for a change) drive winding my way through the countryside, all the time having a long conversation with myself about websites, targets, intentions and optimising traffic-flow.
(I will bore everyone to tears by writing about that some day)
Every now and again there were little spatterings of rain, but on the whole as the sun came up it looked like it was going to be a good one — which turned out to be the case. Driving (at last) into Leeds itself, the sun was streaming through my windscreen and the only self of discomfort about the world was the rather intense pressure on my bladder from drinking too much coffee before I left.
"Soon be there", I thought, "and then I can have a Big Wee™ and all will be well".
But, just as I pulled into the Uni car park (oh yes 
), my mind turned to the delights of Seafood Carbonara that I was planning on doing tonight for myself and the one colleague who hasn't buggered off to the States.
And then it dawned on me.
I couldn't actually remember putting the food in the car 
The washing? Yep — I remembered hauling two big bin-liners into her boot. The Laptop and stuff? Yep — it was there beside me.
But the oh-so-brand-new orange Sainsburys bag of goodies?
Shit 
Much to the bemusement of the other drivers and the man on the gate, there was now a Senior Lecturer sitting in his car, muttering "Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity Fucking Fuck FUCK" under his breath.
And seventy miles away — in an oh-so-brand-new orange Sainsburys bag on the floor of a kitchen in Lancaster — is a week's worth food that is gradually going off.
France and UK considered 1950s 'merger'
"...the French would welcome a common citizenship arrangement on the Irish basis." — 'cos that worked out well, didn't it? 
[guardian.co.uk]
I think that would count as my 'fourth', no? 
at least four, by my count...
I'm forever forgetting things. I used to make a list of things to remember to do on my PalmTX but then I would forget to bring it along so bugger that...
emilygrae
An enticing break in for would-be gourmet burglars from the Marsh.
JoH
Much to the bemusement of the other drivers and the man on the gate, there was now a Senior Lecturer sitting in his car, muttering "Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity Fucking Fuck FUCK" under his breath.
That's more-or-less required behaviour for our academics...
And seventy miles away — in an oh-so-brand-new orange Sainsburys bag on the floor of a kitchen in Lancaster — is a week's worth food that is gradually going off
For me, it is normally the thought of my lunch, sat at home in a Tesco bag festering — while I, in my office, after walking four miles to work with a suspiciously light back-pack and not having my wallet or any other money (as a preventative measure against scooby snacks).
At least I'd never forget my book for my break — or worse, my mobile..
Will Tish and Biscuit not have devoured it before it goes off?
Is it the same grumpy old git that was on the gate when I won a years parking permit as a student many years ago — I think about 10 names were drawn out of about a 100 hopefuls! — its one of the few things I've won.
Anyway, I'm sure that there is a Sainsbury's in Leeds — if not then I think the Morrisons is close by.
Don't forget to do your washing, you don't want to return home to have to do it at the Lauderette now do you.
Whose looking after the cats when you are away?
There, I probably sound like an old nag — have fun, and don't forget to do some work whilst you are on your own.
PS What's happened there? I never got the chance to swan off to NY when I did the course 
Sorry — I'm useless at working out the proper Flick alias thing
Misty
mmm ... I must concentrate before I send ... sorry Flickr
Misty
So you're on your Third Life™ now is it?