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...
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Excuse the self-obsession, but I'm having a dreadful day today, and I felt the need to cheer myself up in a pirate type way
I'm not sure why I came to work today. Officially, I think it's one of those 'special Tuesdays' that we classify as still being a Bank Holiday. There's practically no-one around, and certainly nothing specific for me to do.
Before I'd set off though, the day was already turning out badly. There are a few internety-type things that are irking me at the moment — some of my own making, most of others. And rather than a morning chorus of chirpy-happy emails, I grunted and despaired through my morning reading.
On the way in, my car was making an awful noise — a continuous 'knocking' synced in time with the wheels turning round. It wasn't doing that before I had my new tyres, so I think a little trip back to ask them what it might be is in order.
The worst part of the journey though, was being flashed by the oncoming traffic through Bentham, followed swiftly by the sight of a policeman with a speed gun pointing at me.
For some reason — against my usual characteristics — I wasn't bombing it on my way out of the village, I was tottling along at just over 30 miles per hour. My eyes glanced down to the speedo, to see the needle hovering just above the line, yet I spectacularly failed to hit the brakes until I was much closer to him — well after he would have measured how fast I was going.
If I get points on my previously spotless licence for going at 31mph, I'll be very pissed off.
just in case the noise is something trivial like the wheel-nuts rattling around inside the hub-caps!
That's happened to me before, remember?
It's really confusing me this noise. I kept pulling over and feeling my way around the tyres to see if I could find something that was catching — but nope 
Not particularly (I have to confess) looking forward to the drive home.
If its not too late check your wheel nuts are done up tight! If they are loose you get a clonky noise
Anon.
*ahem...*
http://www.tranniefesto.co.uk/2006/04/11/journeys-are-always-eversoslightly-eventful.html#1
re: tranniflickr
http://www.shirky.com/writings/group_enemy.html
maybe you'll find this interesting.
- ZaidaZadkiel
(this is NOT spam D
An anonymous coward
I did Thank you
How accurate is your speedo? I believe they have to allow for 10% for innaccuracies, sneezing etc. So as long as you were below 33mph, you should be ok.
That groups article is great. Interesting points aside, I particularly love that he suddenly uses the phrase "size queens" in the middle of a quite academic discussion. Are we allowed to reference cocks in term papers now? Lecturer?
Well shiver-me-bloody-timbers, that is cool! (ok, so I'm not sure about the bonnet thingy, but you've got to take the rough with the smooth, and that's way more smooth than rough
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I'd have a look at your wheels before heading home if I were you — just in case the noise is something trivial like the wheel-nuts rattling around inside the hub-caps!