the everyday adventures of sabrina

i'm happy, hope you're happy too

i like to take pictures of my desk every so often. i used to have a really nice desk arrangement back in the JFI, very neat and everything aligned just so. of course these days i don’t have a whole lot of time for making things neat as opposed to keeping things running. so it goes.

right after i get into work, before i get a chance to really make things messy:

My desk

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i hate being very brunette

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i think i might have let the dye soak in a little long, today.

also, i definitely should have reinstated the skunk stripe. dang.

although, at least virtually-black works better for me than blonde.

friends + movie + chinese food = happy niqui.

turns out, i was accidentally invalidating my RSS syntax in the feed any time i used any &special; &html; &entities; like è or (a personal favorite) —. this results in things like my livejournal feed reporting my “Bio” to be “qu’il porte des oeillres,” which is not quite so charming as the correct version. — anyways, while the default blosxom rss wackiness was perfectly happy to & up my &s in the blog entries themselves, it was leaving my title and description untouched, which meant when i switched the title to french or used an em dash it barfed all over the place. i cheated; i just copied and pasted the appropriate lines to mess with my $blog_description. it was too much work to fix everything (it would have meant copying and pasting again!), and besides, i don’t plan to change the blog’s title to anything that requires &s anyways. i’m kind of fond of my silly blog title.

discovered that by accident while trying to figure out how to put a link to the comments page in the entry body itself. (which should now appear — for real this time! … an hour later, after LJ barfs all over the feed, uh, for real again this time, maybe?)

in other news, i’m kinda getting a kick out of writing &. and &. and on and on and on! oh, the madness! &! &! try it; it’s fun!

oh my god

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brokeback mountain is the saddest fucking movie i have seen in a damn long time. possibly ever.

it was excellent — but my god i am glad i brought kleenex.

i don’t think i’m actually recovered from watching it yet. if i break out into random bursts of tears tomorrow … relax, everyone, i’m just having a flashback to the film.