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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...

Dual Carriageway Mindset

People often tell me, as I'm setting off on trips, to drive carefully.

"Siobhan," they say. "Drive carefully."

It's advice that falls on deaf ears I'm afraid. Not because I don't drive carefully, but because (I think) I always drive carefully :smile:

Having said that, coming off a roundabout on my way out of Nottingham this afternoon I decided to pull into the outside lane to gradually overtake the car in front that wasn't quite doing 40.

"La la la," I thought. "Check me out with my casual overtaking manouvre"

A pair of headlights in the distance started to loom towards me.

"I wonder what that guy is doing going the wrong way down a dual carriageway?" I thought, as the lights got closer and closer.

"SHIT! This isn't a dual carriageway!"

...

Obviously, seeing as how I'm now writing this, I didn't wrap the car around the front-end of a truck. I have to confess though, it shook me a little that I could make such a stupid mistake like that, and I pulled into the first layby to have a fag.

I've only ever done that once before — just outside Dumfries, quite a few years ago. Again, I'd just come off a roundabout, and took the two-lane opportunity to get past a large truck, laden with hay.

"What in GOD'S NAME are you doing?" asked my (then) girlfriend, with a touch of mortal panic about her vocal tone.

...

Also, on this afternoon's journey home (which contrary to Google's assertion, does not take three hours, providing you keep your foot down as hard as it goes the whole way) I happened across the rather bizarre sight of twenty lorries going around a roundabout the wrong way.

It was confusing, to say the least, not just because it's not really what you expect to see at an M6 junction, but also because they were all from the same company. Part of the roundabout was obscured by trees, and it looked like it was just five trucks going round in an endless circle.

Some kind of protest, perhaps. I thought.

I have no idea what was going on, but after they'd all finished, some policemen were running around a bit, then letting us all go on our way.

...

But none of that is important really — I'm just filling up column inches here. What's really important, is noting that the backing singers of last night's (winning) Serbian entry to Eurovision were quite possibly the sexiest women I have ever seen.

:smile:

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68 prims — it's a lot more complicated than it looks.

The 'a' was a bitch

I once experienced the reverse, a friend was driving, another friend was asleep in the back, we'd gone from single lanes to dual carriageway then one side dropped away. A perfectly safe overtaking move round a corner was punctuated by the newly woken guy in the back screaming we were all going to die.

Helvetica pic?? why why why??

Gillian Stuart

Helvetica pic?? why why why??

Because. I. Can.

we'd gone from single lanes to dual carriageway then one side dropped away.

There are a few dual carriageways like that up near the Lakes — one side gets lower, until you can't see it any more, and it looks like you're on a normal road.

I do have to keep saying to myself "It's a dual carriageway Siobhan" so that I don't completely freak out.

True story :unsure:

Compensation Dressage

I was going to twitter this, but I thought 140 characters wasn't enough.

I'm going to be in Leeds all week this week, staying with someone rather than doing that ridiculously stoopid commute every night.

Oh yes :smile:

The downside of this, is that I won't be in a situation condusive to my everyday crossdressing — which, despite a total lack of evidence on this site to prove so, I do still do almost constantly.

(I'm wearing my tits right now, for example. Along with a cute little shirt, and a pair of hold-ups, for the curious)

So I feel, perhaps — in much the same way as I cram as many fags down my throat¹ as possible if I know I'm not going to be able to smoke for a while — that some form of Transvestic Gluttony™ is required this evening, as a form of compensatory pleasure.

Filling my TV Tank to the brim with 4-star, if you like. :unsure:

So therefore, as well as declaring it to be Wine O'clock a few moments ago, I also declare tonight to be a Wedding Dress Spectacular™...

...after I've put the bin out, that is.

¹ Dear Americans. Just don't. OK?

Game of (Second) Life

You know this thing?

I STFW a lot, but I couldn't find anyone in SL that had made a 3D version of it yet. So I did,

Life — wow that takes me back! I once wrote a version of that, in COBOL, that ran on a mainframe (showing my age here). My 'twist' was to map the screen onto the surface of a sphere, but I'm not sure I can get my head around a 3D version. 8-S

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They may have been attractive, but the Ukrainian Christopher Biggins crossed with Sue Pollard should've won it.

Rachel

the Ukrainian Christopher Biggins crossed with Sue Pollard

That's a much better analogy than the one I came up with. I was thinking "Timmy Mallet from Space"

My 'twist' was to map the screen onto the surface of a sphere, but I'm not sure I can get my head around a 3D version.

You know, I hadn't meant to do it 3D — I was initially just doing one layer, but either Cubist or AngryBeth (I forget who) wondered if it would be possible to do it in 3D, and all I had to do was duplicate the bottom layer several times.