Hello smile

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...

Good Morning

The world seems full of colour at the moment. After months of staring out of this window at grey skies and bare branches, the resaturation of life is starting to creep through.

In the meantime though, I'm sat here with my head buried in code — which so far this morning has resulted in me fixing my Flickr -> Blog script :smile:

(I've hacked a Wordpress installation a little bit. It's not quite as elegant as I'd hoped — I really wanted to hack my way through the xmlrpc posting thingy, but my brain isn't a fit state to start trying to understand someone else's code today — but it's a start)

Personal Hygiene

Hmm. /me searches SLBoutique for a Ladyshave

(On a side-note ... do I look cute with short hair or what?!)

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Cool, it works from both accounts :smile: 'Scuse me while I plaster this blog with some of the photos from my streams that I wanted to post ages ago...

Skyfire

I had to stop, get out, and stare at it for a few minutes

See How The Tables Have Turned

Only a few seconds ago, you were the hunter and I was the hunted. But now? Now UR MINE

*mwah ha har*

London, April, 07

Brands no longer describe people

I Made This

I've a shed-load of texturing to do, and maybe the windows. But hey.

(Top photo-tip: Log in as your alt and switch to mouselook for self-portraits)

Reactionary Logic

I've just witnessed (if you can call "hearing outside your house, but not seeing people witnessing that is) a rather interesting argumentative technique.

God knows what the argument was about — some kind of bet was what it appeared to focus around, in particular, the importance of whatever it was that one person said some (undefined) time ago in relation to how old some (undefined) person was.

"I said 'before' they were fourteen", came the unmistakable lazy drawl of a mid-teens Lancastrian youth.

"No", came the ear-piercing shrills of his female companion, "you said 'before'..."

And there it tailed off, because she'd obviously realised that despite her adamant insistance of 'rightness', she'd actually completely fucked-up, and her cries of protest dribbled into an inaudible mumbling soup.

Not, I realise, the most groundshattering human-behavioural observation of the decade, it was just that that little fragment reminded me of so many arguments that I've seen — on telly, in Real Life, in discussion forums on teh interweb. The intial standpoint of "I. Am. Right. And. You. Are. All. Wrong" that sets the tone for future confrontations, denying the dogmatist the opportunity to humbly admit defeat and back down — even when faced with blindingly obvious evidence to the contrary.

Or maybe not quite that initial standpoint — maybe what sprung into my head was the notion of 'counterargument'. I got the impression from the duelling linguists outside my door that the young woman hadn't even thought through what she'd just been told, and was leaping into the fray just to say something in response, rather than thinking it through clearly.

"Yeah but, no..."

It was at that very moment though, that I stopped even trying to listen, realising that reality had turned itself into a metaparody of itself.

Old House

Meanwhile, a fifteen Meg TIFF from my mother has just landed itself in my inbox, along with the words "We thought you might be interested in the attachment. It was in the homefinder section of the Belfast Tele".

I can guess what it is — presumably the outcome of whatever the developers that bought my childhood home have done with it.

I can't bring myself to open the attachment :unsure:

Inappropriate

[NSFW] Dunno about you, but I find the 'coming up next' graphics that you get on telly annoying at the best of times, and — in the case of that little squidgy thing on BBC3 — positively intolerable.

There's been quite a few times that I've been watching something, and suddenly his little orangey-pink faces 'pings' onto the screen and completely gets in the way of what I was watching.

But, just towards the end of an episode of Japanorama that I'd saved, in which Jonathan Ross was explaining the plot behind Killer Pussy (Takao Nakano, 2004) — a tale in which an alien parasite that feeds on male genitalia takes over the vagina of a woman, and reeks havoc throughout the world — this happened...

Japanorama