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...
De Rigeur
I'm constructing a mock-up of our new building, so that we can try and plan the space inside it. It's about 15 storeys high, here's the ground-floor plan going in place
Oh No You Don't, Mr Sock
Thought you could hide from the laundry run by hiding under the bed did you, eh? Well, I'm onto you...
Where The Fuck Did That Come From?
This morning, I was sitting in my pants (as usual) staring at a piles of cat-hair-encrusted clothes on my bedroom floor, thirty seven (I counted them) empty wine bottles by the back door, a sink full of dishes, and a folder called "Things To Do™" with twenty five subfolders each with a chunk of text and images that needed formatting.
I don't really know what happened to be honest 
One minute I was scratching my aforementioned pant-clad arse and grumbling to myself, the next I was a flurry of activity — a Transvestic Blur™ (although without the frock) — rushing around putting Things In Places™, driving to the laundrette via the bottle bank, standing with my arms up to the elbows in Fairy Liquid suds, and on my hands and knees scrubbing the last remnants of cat-sick off the floor.
(The stuff that I trod in yesterday, twitterfans)
And now?
Now I'm bored. And there's nothing on telly 
"You could always download some porn off the internet" suggested a friend who I bumped into at Sainsburys on my Daily Wine Run™.
"I could, actually, couldn't ? I could drink both these bottles and sit there wanking all evening, whilst stuffing tuna into my mouth"
"You'll need some Kleenex then", added his girlfriend¹
...
I'm not actually bored, I have to say. It's just the sudden finding of myself in a position to do things I like — rather than "have to" — is a bit of a shock.
I'd expected to be slogging away at stuff for the whole weekend, or rather, I'd expected to be slobbing around for the whole of today and tomorrow morning, then having a major panic and squeezing the weekend into an evening.
I should do it this way round more often 
¹ Who is also my friend, but I couldn't think of a way to make the dialogue flow properly there
Express Delivery
I hate that little guy
I hate that little guy
Fair do's; but didya have to use the "c" word?
Yes. He's a cunt
Ah — ok. 
Even more annoying than the kid in the Frosties advert?
Hmm, a tough one 
ne:
I would say, that the Frosties Kid is potentially more annoying, but since he is a real person — and therefore was born annoying, and cannot help it — then he is less of a crime against humanity than the Express Delivery Boy, who is soley the creation of a demented mind, intent on annoying the piss out of us all. Created purely for that purpose.
Teh Evilz™, in fact.
Suddenly I'm reminded of messing around with Forge (remember that?) and attempting to reconstruct my house. It had the garden and garage and staircase and the little cubby hole by the back door and everything. Of course, Forge never coped terribly well with overlapping polygons so the staircase never actually went anywhere useful, like upstairs. I think I eventully populated the thing with assorted Pfhor and got back to the real task.
Still loving Kisa's little flourish.