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...
Nonchalant
Tish is, of course, wonderfully happy to see me back home...
2000
This is the two-thousandth photo that I've uploaded to Flickr. It's made up of all the little square thumbnails of the other 1,999, and itself.
I made it using a PHP script that relies on phpFlickr by Dan Coulter. It's not a very complicated script, I'll post it somewhere if anyone's interested.
if it contains itself...
Darn it! I wanted to say that 
Hey, this means I can fave' all your photo's in one go 
if it contains itself... then that thumbnail will contain a copy of itself... and that thumbnail ... and that thumbnail ...
so is a Paradox photo that can rip the universe apart?
fascinating, I've just opened up your original size version. Its one of those pictures you could look at for ages (I liked the Andy Goldsworthy style sculpture)
then that thumbnail will contain a copy of itself
Ah, but no, it won't. The square size on Flickr is the middle 75x75 pixels — and since the 'self-copy' of the image is at the very top right, then that bit gets left out of the 'thumbnail'.
Nice try
Curses!
Mwah ha har
I've added some notes to the Flickr page BTW. One thing to remember about the "Today's my birthday" set is that it was always the last photo uploaded each day, so they don't all appear together in a line. There are other ones mixed in with them
Wot I Did Do Today
7:00am — woke up. Grunted. Thought my injuries were getting worse because I could feel my chest collapsing inwards, pressing down on my lungs.
7:01am — lifted Tish off my chest. Felt better.
I felt exceptionally sorry for myself this morning. When I got home yesterday afternoon, I was greeted by the sight of a house in a state of 5-cat-days worse than the mess I'd left on Friday thinking "Ack, I'll clean up on Sunday when I get back".
I really did absolutely fuck-all this morning. I pootled about a bit, read some things, tried to write some things. Logged in to catch up with some IMs (and get lovely 'made especially for me' wings), stared at my tumblr pages wondering how I was ever going to integrate them into the flow of this behemoth.
I even tried to design some special 'quote marks' for them, but it wasn't really happening.
Come midday, I'd exhausted all non-physical forms of activity, and crawled into my pit of a bed, intent on grabbing some of the sleep I lost last night. I had a really odd dream while I was asleep — all about not being able to find a Frys Chocolate Orange (I lied in my Twitter post) at the local shop (they all turned into chocolate Aeros when I picked them up) and woke up with an insatiable craving for a Frys Chocolate Orange.
Well, I say "insatiable" — it was obviously satiable. I just went to the non-dream version of the shop and bought one
...
Does anyone remember the brief period when you could get a thing like a Frys Chocolate Orange/Cream, but with loads of different fruits in it?
...
In the shop, they had Ashes to Ashes playing in the background, and for some reason I got a bit of a Bowie craving. Considering I spent so long trying to wire this house up so well soas to have the most effortlessly perfect sound system I could, it's struck me as odd recently that I don't ever have much music playing here.
I dunno — the house feels empty without music. But I never fire up iTunes.
So I put Mr David on, and suddenly I felt the urge to do things.
I thrashed my way through the dishes that have been building up for weeks. I flung all of my bedding into the sink with an over-zealous amount of bleach to try and compensate for the Cat-Induced Circles Of Darkness™. I pushed the hoover, followed by a sponge, across the floor and rediscovered that I had wood underneath all the shit.
I put things in the Places Where Things Should Go™ — taking great pleasure in deciding that some of those places could neatly be consolidated into "The Bin".
I took an armfull of crap, shit and wine bottles off my desk, and replaced them with a polished layer of Pledge.
I dragged the sodden bedding around to a friends' house and ran them through their washing machine (because the launderette was closed).
And now, I'm sat here, freshly washed and a little dolled-up, with a pristine bed waiting for me, and a house that doesn't make me feel sick to the bone just to be in.
It's nice. I like it
"There are other ones mixed in with them"
Oh yes, I remember. It only appeared when you looked at the calendar view (a feature of Flickr so obscure that I remember once you almost re-invented it until someone pointed it out) which might go some way to explaining why nobody spotted the birthday That goes some way to explaining why no-one spotted it. 
Ah, memory lane! 
I'm repeating myself myself. 
a feature of Flickr so obscure that I remember once you almost re-invented it until someone pointed it out
Like that 'special view' thing with the different sizes that I've been trying to find a link to so that I could mention it casually and knowledgably, but totally can't.
On Trannyflickr
I am finding myself having to hold myself back from letting rip on a few of the attitudes that I've seen emerging in the past week (or so) in relation to the group's current suspension.
It's something that I need to sit down, sedately (and soberly), and write a very personal response to — but I can't do that right now.
If I write anything now, I'll wake up in the morning full of regret and paranoia that I might have written something that could be taken a way differently from what I intend.
I just wanted to say that my fingers are itching at the keyboard.
Google Search Of The Day
"I want to fuck a trannie"
Tough. Shit. Dickwad.
Glad you're on the mend. Doing up the house just makes you feel better, as you say.
Carolyn Ann
The Frys chocolate cream. With 5 different fruit flavours. Mmmmmmm. Yes, I remember it, oh! do I remember it.......It wasn't like a Frys chocolate cream, it was a Frys chocolate cream. With 5 different fruit flavours. Mmmmmmmmmmm. And yes, they didn't make them for long enough. As in, they don't still make them. Do you think a campaign of annoying them into remaking them might work? Or would a PLEASE work just as well?
Rachel
I remember the multi-flavour Fry's bar- I remember it as Five Boys, but it could also have been Five Centres...
Yay!!! It was 'Five Centres' if I remember correctly and I have never met anyone but my mum who remembers them. I'll sign up for a campaign to bring them back — just so long as they taste like they used to. I couldn't bear being dissapointed again, like I was when they re-did Spangles in loads of stupid flavours!
On the subject of Mr Bowie, I always find he is a great motivator for getting stuff done around the house — especially ironing for some reason. Glad to hear you are getting things back in order
Hmmm periods of manic house-making activity punctuated by interludes of lethargy. Then theres those 'strange sudden cravings', Siobhan dear, are you sure your not pregnant.
Kate Weston
Hang on... if it contains itself... then that thumbnail will contain a copy of itself... and that thumbnail ... and that thumbnail ...
Cool though.
Strange... I can't quite make out the "Happy Birthday" message you did last year.