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...
Roadside Carnage
Pheasants are stupid. Stupid I tell you. They stand there in the middle of the road, cocking their heads to get a better view of the Punto that's hurtling towards at (*ahem*) sixty miles an hour, only moving to hobble into the new path that the Punto's just swerved into to try and avoid them.
Twice on the way home tonight I narrowly missed me a sport of 'game'. And the guy in front of me did too at one point.
And on the way into work I saw at least five of them lying deaded by the side of the road.
But it's not just pheasants, oh no. For some reason, today seemed to be National Roadkill Day, with a whole menagerie of species just ripe fo Hugh Fearnley Whittingstall to pop in a pot.
I saw umpteen hedgehogs, a smattering of rabbits, the five aforementioned pheasants, and a fair few clumps of unidentifiable feathers and mush.
And a badger.
A badger — lying there in the middle of the Addingham Bypass, head curled into his body as if he were asleep.
(Which — fact fans — brings my roadkill-badger spotted count to two this year)
But do you know which was the most odd?
A monkey 
Well, I say "a" monkey, but I don't just mean any old monkey. I mean Monkey — ITV Digital Monkey. Jonny Vegas Monkey. The New Acceptible Face Of PG Tips Monkey.
He was there, forlorn on a white line, just outside of Ilkley as I was heading Leedswards. And he was still there as I was heading home again. Had I the blogging enthusiam that I once possessed in my early days, I would have stopped the car and taken a picture (or even better, him) to furnish your lifes with photographic evidence of this fragment of my day.
But I'm tired.
...
Oh yeah. There was also a dead sheep. In a wheelbarrow. Being pushed by a farmer.
(At least I presumed it was dead — I dunno, you hear stories about Yorkshire folk...)
Roadkill season here, too. Lots of raccoons, groundhogs and rabbits. (I saw a smallish dog trotting up the street, dead rabbit in its mouth... The dog looked really proud of himself!)
For some reason, there's a lot of dead dogs around as well. No turkeys, despite the plethora of them.
But the deer are the worst. We've got 2 down the road; one was killed a couple of weeks ago; the buzzards and other raptors have been at the carcass for a bit. Yuk. Having — once — hit a deer, I'm not in a hurry to do it again. When they jump out, they go every which way, just faster than the pheasants. The deer bounced off the side of the car, and then ran away. Leaving us with a $1,500 repair bill. Fortunately the insurance covered most of it.
Yuk. Apologies if I grossed anyone out.
Carolyn Ann
I remember once flinging my way around the Lake District one night, and coming face to (er) headlight with a deer in the middle of the road. Scared the crap out of me.
(And I presume him too)
I didn't hit it though 
The Panic Room
Tuesday 24 April, 9:00pm, BBC. A phobia of buttons — see? it's not just me. Ever since I saw a brief flash of my irrational fear on the trailer for this series, I've been waiting for it to come on. I'll be away, but my PVR is set
Roadkill
Hitting a deer can prove fatal (and not just for the deer). Saw a photo' once of a deer's hind legs sticking out of a car windscreen. The rest of it's body, about four foot or so, had merged with the driver! :-o
Panic Room
So I guess you'll be watching that from behind the settee?
I'll be watching it from behind a Dalek
Just out of interest, Dr Lucy from the panic room and her Husband are my best friends. Her Husband Edd was my best man. small world huh?
Just make sure they keep their filthy butt*ns a Caton's distance away. OK?
It's not the b*s that worry me it's their Bichon Frise, Noodle.
You too? The button thing is more common than people realise. You're now the fourth person I know who's got this particular phobia.
Me? Moths, burnt toast.
Thanks for the heads-up, Siobhan, I'll be recording this one too. In my case it's not an irrational fear, more an irrational unease, but it's just occurred to me how few of my clothes actually use them.
Our friends husband has a real fear of them too, but worse than his actual fear of them is when one is missing, he goes loopy until he finds it and then gets really scared of it.
Bit of a vicious circle really!
........In more ways than one.
James
No fear of buttons.. but my wife has a fear of plugholes...
As always, I'm a bit late to comment, but this is what a moose can do to a car. http://www.snopes.com/photos/accident/moose.asp
Driver survived too!
Serena Mayfly
Speaking of roadkill, I nearly became some!
A hawk flew across me this afternoon. I was tootling (sort of) down a country road, and the hawk was dining by the side of the road. Whenever they see a car or a bike, they usually languidly flap away from the road... This one went, languidly, across the road! I was rather glad the Ducati has excellent brakes: if I'd stayed at 60 I would've met it — at about helmet height.
(Can you imagine the insurance claim? "I hit a large hawk in mid-flight" )
And then I saw some female pheasants; gray birds against a gray road. Wonderful. I was glad they had red and white markings on their heads! And yes, they're incredible dumb.
(Mrs is home; gotta dash)
Carolyn Ann
oh, the sheeps. they is clever, it was probly one of those polish sheeps, coming to this country, taking us wheelbarrows...