the everyday adventures of sabrina

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and this just illustrates more of why i so adore the scissor sisters:

Out: The Orange County crowd is obviously a different kind of crowd than the hipper-than-thou crowd.

[Jake] Shears: We don’t like playing for hipper-than-thou. It’s not enjoyable. It’s not a great audience to play for. Who wants to play for a bunch of hipsters? Gross! If I walk out onstage and I see more than 15 bad haircuts, I know it’s going to be a crap show.

[Ana] Matronic: Not bad haircuts–ironic, asymmetrical, retard mullets.

Shears: Our shows are very participatory, so we don’t play well for people that have come to scope us out. Arms folded is bad.

seriously, if there is anything i hate more than going to see a dancetastic band with a bunch of fucking hipsters who sit there and just tap their toes and nod, … i just want to throw them out of the club! i hate it when people suck the soul out of shows with that shit. why do you even go? stay home and leave more room to dance for the people who aren’t afraid to admit they enjoy something.

calling it a day

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with the insertion of many redirects, puttering around with stupid twiddly details, and the successful appearance of only one 404 in my error log over the past half hour — which was caused by me trying to retrieve a document at http://ziggurat.org/blog/i/just/made/this/up to test my errordocument redirect — i hereby declare the blog officially moved to WordPress. alas, poor blosxom; i loved it well (but, in the end, i wanted multiple categories more than i wanted the ability to vi my entries).

hooray for done!

(and just in time, too, since now i’ve gotta go get dressed for the office holiday party. you know, it’s a sad statement on your social life when you sit down at a computer and think to yourself, “don’t get too involved in, like, reprogramming something that was perfectly fine to begin with that you forget you have to go drink for free at 6PM.” or maybe that’s just a sad statement on my social life… ummm…. HEY LOOK OVER THERE, IT’S A PIE!

PIE

Three weeks.

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Today is 22 days since I last had a cigarette.

Of course, I haven’t actually been to a pub since then, so. Y’know.

So here’s what I think the whole thing has gone thus far:
Days 0, 1 – No real difference
Days 3-7 – An unending chant in the background of my mind about “I want a cigarette,” of varying intensities from bearable to “seriously, get out of arm’s reach because I am going to choke someone and you look really handy right now.”
Days 8-15 – The chant is still there and still irritating, but it’s become somewhat boring and now I’m determined to beat the stupid chant because, dammit, I’m more stubborn than (uh, myself) cigarettes.
Days 16-19 – The chant fades so now you mostly only seriously want cigarettes when you have habit triggers—drinking, meals, your morning routine, etc. First reaction to someone irritating you is no longer “I want a cigarette like WHOA,” but it still kicks in if they continue to stress you out.
Days 20-22 – “That dude in the elevator really stinks like smoke.”

So. Now that I’m thinking about it, yeah, I want a cigarette. But! I wasn’t, until I sat down to write this. I guess that’s good. Mostly I think I’m just pleased about the approximately $80-90 I have not spent on cigarettes in the past three weeks (at $8/pop here—yay sin taxes!).

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as noted previously, finished first pair of socks yesterday. yay for me! part of the delay was that i got them all done up to about the toe last weekend, but then i didn’t want to do the toe on the subway, so i got in no subway knitting, and i didn’t get in a lot of evening knitting time so it took me four days to get enough time to do the whole toe, then stitch it closed, then weave in the ends. i wanted to start a new sock monday (so i could subway knit) but i didn’t want to take the sock off the needles, so.

and so today i’m going to start a new sock.

i have to admit that i’m kind of surprised i like socks. i was always convinced that i would hate it because the yarn is so small. of course, now worsted weight feels big to me! and forget bulky-weight. trying to use the #11 or #13 or whatever needles for the fiber trends felted clogs is now really annoying to me. big yarn! it gets in my way! it’s so bulky! and heavy! and annoying! in comparison, my little sock is so elegant, compact, and — sort of succinct. it’s hours and hours of awesome knitting in one tiny little thing that people coo over. now i don’t know how i can ever go back to bulky weight!

so i broke out the wonderful yarn my SP gave me — the beautiful handdyed sock yarn — because i was kind of in the mood to do plain stockinette (instead of ribs) and i’m still too afraid to try the Baudelaire lace (maybe my next pair!! or maybe on some yarn i don’t really care about, for practice, first…). i have to admit i’m a little worried i’m going to knit badly and not do the yarn justice, since i’m not so good at the sock thing yet, but i really liked the yarn and i really want to see how it turns out… so i’m going to try. wish me luck!

ball of sock yarn

making the switch

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i am going to try really, really hard to make the switch from blosxom to wordpress this weekend. so, all you out there in RSS-land, you may notice posts disappearing, reappearing as new, reappearing slightly changed, etc. apologies in advance for the annoyingness!

but you should totally check out the new shiny, once it is all done…