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...
Prim Delivery
Sorry, couldn't resist.
I was standing on the steps, having a fag, when a lorry turned up with a delivery of large plywood sheets for one of the exhibitions. As the students were carrying them into the building, I couldn't help but think that it was like a Real-Life version of this
Course you can — and well deservedly 
It's All About The Timing
How long does it take to drive the back roads from Leeds to Lancaster, with no interfering traffic, do you reckon?
One and a half hours 
I've dreamt of a drive home like that for ten years. Every single corner I flung myself around, I expected to come face-to-arse with a lorry, or a caravan. But no.
The whole way home was totally clear.
I had composed a very long ramble during the journey — something to do with reaching nirvanas, finding yourself in the position you've always dreamt of, and tying it to various aspects of my life...
...but I'm drunk. And it's gone.
Sorry 
They're the best drives! I did a 60 mile run the other day, not a single vehicle in front or behind me the entire way. (I only had 20 miles to get home, but what the heck: sunshine, purring Ducati... )
It's nice when it works out like that. I paid for it this morning, though. Two old guys in pickups. The first knew the lane, but not the speed limit.
The other knew what the speed limit was, but was a little unsure of which lane he was supposed to be in. I hate it when I overtake someone, and they move into my lane... Just as I draw level with them!
The roads of Delaware can be nice and open; especially mid-week. Sunday afternoon, you're stuck in a bike traffic-jam. Mid-week, they're not there. Beautiful pastoral scenery, old houses, clear, twisty, roads... Guess where I'm going tomorrow!
Carolyn Ann
Of course this morning, was, surprise surprise, not quite as good 
Having said that, it wasn't the nightmare that some journeys have been.
Just a thought though — do you ever pass some people trying to get out of side-streets and turn right (or left, if you're in a country that drives on the wrong side of the road) across busy morning traffic, and wonder if they'll ever get out?
Nah. I just hope they don't try and get out in front of me...
It's like that in parts of Brooklyn. With no lights to control things, you can get stuck for a long time! Especially if the guy before you is turning left, across a busy, multi-lane road like Coney Island Ave. Then you might as well have nap.
Carolyn Ann
one and a half hours.
I used to have that kind of commute, 'till I started aiming to arrive at 9:30 instead of 9:00. Cut the time down to 45 minutes, plus I got an extra 45 minutes in bed — Result! Of course, I had to leave half an hour later, so I missed the evening rush as well — Double Result!
However; now I'm 'resting', and can stay in bed as long as I want, and it's taken all the fun out of it. 
Hey guys! I have profile in the Internet. Can you tell me if I'm sexy girl!? Look at me
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Kisses
Anna Good
Also there is my friendgirls profiles. They ask me to put their links to my post too. They want to know that you think about their photos.
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annnagood
Must. resist. commenting. about. the. camslut. spam....
damn!
Why resist? The spam is annoying, at the very least.
Sorry the spammers have found you, Siobhan. They'll not let go of the comments section, now. Darn!
Is there an open-source anti-spam widget you can implement?
Carolyn Ann
Hey guys!
Way to research your target market there...
Sorry the spammers have found you, Siobhan. They'll not let go of the comments section, now.
Heh Erin's been battling comment-spammers for about four years now. I've a long and complex series of regular expressions that cull out about 100 to 200 a day, but one or two slip through the net.
One thing I find interesting about spam though, is that sometimes — presumably because a lot of it originates from non-English speaking countries¹ — the language contains blatantly obvious mis-spellings or grammatical weirdness, and I can add them to a (growing) blacklist of things to instantly mark it as spam.
A while back I was getting deluged with spam that I couldn't see an obvious (and safe) piece of regex to run it through, and was getting about 10 an hour slipping through. Until, that is, I realised that every single one of them had the word "informarmation" in them.
¹ That being a rather gross generalisation, I realise.
But, but, but... isn't [word that I can't use] a system for cryptographically encoding data using Marmite?
Can I say it back to you now?