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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...

Midnight Feasts

I have a very vivid memory from when I was young, of going to visit my cousins (in some random part of England) and being allowed to camp out in their back garden.

I seem to recall that it was about the same time that the Voyager Missions were being launched — and I had a strange sense of impatience that it was going to be years before they actually got anywhere ... but that's irrelevent.

For some reason, it was the midnight feast that we had that sticks so clearly in my head — me, my brother, my two cousins, and the short-haired girl from across the road all sat in pyjamas, eating sweets out of Tupperware® boxes.

When we got back to Ireland, I think I tried to recreate those heady salad days by storing up food during the day, and waiting until just before I went to bed to eat it. And I have a dim memory that the only food I could find to stash away was a packet of icing sugar.

...which funnily enough, has great relevence to this blatant Expand On A Twitter Post™ post. :smile:

Sleep, I find, comes naturally for me in two specific instances: 1. When I'm blindingly drunk. 2. When I've just eaten. As I've mentioned before, what with me rapidly approaching what people usually describe as "the mid thirties" (although I suppose they usually mean from about 33 to 36), I seem to have inherited my father's habit of Having A Little Snooze™ just after a meal.

And seeing as the house is dry (apart from a tiny dollop of vodka that might find its way into a 'nightcap'), I thought I'd try and skirt around my insomnia by tucking into some form of snack.

...

Well, actually, that's not really true. What happened was I went to the cupboard to fish out some form of herbal tea and dunk a spoon of honey in it (which isn't too bad, I have to say :smile: ), and found — just behind the Ever So Tempting™ tin of baked beans and sausages — a tin of rice pudding.

Not just any old rice pudding, Am-fucking-brosia Creamy Fucking Rice Pudding.

(She said, putting on her best Dervla Kirwan)

Suddenly, nights under canvas and fights with siblings-once-removed came flooding back, and — after spending five minutes trying to explain to Biscuit that yes, I was opening a tin, but that tin was human food, not Whiskas — I was happily troughing it down with a spoon.

And then I felt sick — the same sort of sick that eating raw icing sugar brings.

If my cousin was here, I'd beat him up and complete the reminiscences.

WTF?

Um, sorry, just thought this deserved a mention considering I just spent a good few minutes writing about (essentially) my little "feeling sleepy" strategies.

It's 12.20am. Outside my house right now there are men doing roadworks. With an angle grinder :angry:

"It's 12.20am. Outside my house right now there are men doing roadworks. With an angle grinder "

If that's not a cue for whiskey then I don't know what is :tongue:

Steph Angel

Star Trek's on BBC :biggrin:

bekibartlett

oops, BBC2 :unsure:

bekibartlett

Aaaahhh... Dervla Kirwan... :smile:

Susan Anne Macaulay

Valentine E-cards 2.0

"Trick people into kissing you using the power of internet!" — [ via warrenellis.com]

Ambrosia

Y'know for a minute there, given this new spirit of 'openness', I thought you were going to say, "So I got my boots, ..." :biggrin:

Alli' Cat'

Eh? :unsure:

Aesthetic Discourses In Unexpected Contexts

"Um, twenty five grammes of Drum, and a packet of red Rizlas please."

"What's the difference?"

"Eh?"

"In the colours? Some people ask for the green ones."

"Oh, um, well, the red ones don't have their corners cut off."

"Ah, I see. That's five pounds and three pence please."

"Now that you mention it, I have no idea why I always get the red ones. Hold on — I think I have three pence somewhere."

"I just always wondered, that's all."

"No, sorry, I don't."

"That's OK."

"I think it's just that the red goes with the blue. Green wouldn't look right."

And thus begins half an hour's worth of deep soul-searching, while Siobhan wonders to herself just how many things she habitually buys purely because of their aesthetic values, rather than their practical ones.

Is this leading somewhere?

An admission of guilt maybe? :wink:

bekibartlett

Heh :wink:

There are, of course some things I buy because of both their aesthetic values, and the fact that they're just better :tongue:

Penumbric

Finding the perfect top, Kisa resolved that this would be the last blatantly narcissistic photo she took for a while...

Palazzo, Vino Da Tavola Rosso

My God, an actual wine review...

You might have noticed this (↑) crop up in my Currantly Flickr set the other day. A few nights ago — last weekend in fact — I was at a house-warming party for some friends who, funnily enough, had just moved into their first home.

I'd taken along some random £3.99 bottle of plonk from Sainsburys which I wish I could recall so as to warn you all against it, but it escapes my memory.

(Which is not surprising, considering how plastered I got drink rum and mint cocktails later on)

A friend pulled me aside at one point, and poured me a glass of his bottle of Palazzo, urging me to try it out.

At the time, it was like nectar. Whatever it was that I'd brought with me was leaving the tell-tale aftertase in my mouth that hinted at a day's-worth of pain the following morning (which I might have blogged about, if not just Twittered), and the soft plummy fruits that graced my tastebuds after only a mouthful had seemed like the most beautiful thing, compared to the piss that I was on.

Last week, I tried to grab a bottle, but they were sold out. But tonight there was a shelf-full, so I scurried back home to delight in my £2.99 bottle of yumminess :smile:

Two things:

Despite them being much nicer to the ol' environment and birds and whatnot, I'm still dubious about screw-tops. It's not so much the stigma that they used to have — it's the lack of a satisfying "POP! Glug glug glug" — which is surely up there in The List Of Nicest Sounds In The World™.
Booze can cloud your judgement. So the pixies that were kissing my tongue the other night were just figments of my imagination, and ninagirl500 was right — this ain't a great one.

Sorry Jon (not that one), but I think I'll stick to my usual Vin De Pays next time :unsure:

red Rizlas

If you were a real connoisseur, you'd get the blue ones (light-weight 'racing' skins) and you'd roll 'em 'inside out'. :tongue:

Alli' Cat'

Nah, I've tried them. I've even tried the liquorice ones.

At heart, I'm a red kinda girl — it aligns with my wine habits, and my political beliefs :smile:

I always thought that the red ones were for roll-ups and the green ones for joints.

Stephanie Delacey

I'm still in turmoil over Kisa's tits. I mean, there's something about them that's just a bit big, and I think I've finally got it. It's not the bosom itself, that is indeed the perfect proportion, it's the fullness at the top of the breast. If you had a little thing here where I could doodle, I'd show you. But basically they're like a C instead of an upside down ?, am I making any sense?