woohoo, it’s the 30th which means it’s almost November, otherwise known as NaBloPoMo! The world has never known such excitement.

Since I’ve been hording post topics I thought it would only be fair to give you a tease of what’s to come. Hopefully these things sound good enough that you’ll want to come back and read a full post about them. Or they may sound totally boring and you’ll want to come back and leave snarky comments about how pathetic I am. Either way, please come back!

Are you all titillated by these post teasers? I hope so, otherwise November is going to be really boring for you.

Recently I’ve received a few emails from people that read this blog of my tiny thoughts and it seems people don’t like to register to leave comments. I know it’s a pain in the ass, but as the most nontechnical person to ever have a blog, I’ve been at jparks’ mercy for comment moderation.

At least that’s the way it was until the solution to my problem dawned on me: Just ask him to change the way comments work on your blog! Holy crap, I can do that! I can string words together in sentence form and ask my husband to fix my blog for me! I have the power!

So, we are now entering a new beta mode of Formation of Me. Comments will run differently for a little while or forever, depending on how much spam I have to moderate. If you’ve been itching to leave me a comment but never felt like registering, here’s your chance.

Let the delurking begin!

Yesterday I joined a new service (well, it’s new to me) called Twitter which allows me to send short messages from my cell phone or AIM. The messages can then be received on my friends’ cell phones, AIMs, or they can view them on my twitter page. (I’m doing a really poor job explaining this as I’m hopelessly untech savvy)

Thus far I only have two friends on Twitter, but I mainly signed up because this weekend jparks and I are going on vacation to the Oregon Shakespeare Festival (did you hear that? It was jparks’ balls falling off and hitting the ground) and I’m pretty sure that the b&b we’re staying in doesn’t have internet. But it does have a bath tub for two, so the lack of internet is forgiven.

And while the tub does help soothe the pain, not having internet leaves a void in my soul that Twitter can help fill. So grab an RSS feed to my Twitter page or sign up and add me as a friend. Either way, you’ll never be without the latest Regan update or a rundown of whatever stupid thing jparks does next.

I brought in my first round of recycling over the weekend and I ended up making so much money that the recycling center people suggested I get an armored guard to follow me home in case someone tried to car jack me. In fact they suggested I go straight to the bank because a person should really not walk around carrying that much cash. So I did that and when me and the armored guard showed up at the bank, the tellers were so overwhelmed with how much cash I had, they all quit because none of them could count high enough to count my mad stacks of Benjamins.

Or, I took my little bag of recycling to the SMaRT station and waited in line behind a guy that had a whole pickup truck’s bed full of recycling. Once he was all weighed and given a receipt, I walked up to have mine weighed. The woman working the scale was confused about why I was bringing in such a small quantity and at first suggested I just toss them in the bins. I made it clear that I wanted my puny bag weighed and she did it, chuckling under her breath the whole time. In my defense, my bag was puny because I only brought the recycling from home, I didn’t have mine or jparks’ work recycling. And because I don’t work in a restaurant that allows me to keep all the recycling the customers create.

I ended up with under 5lbs of recycling and when you have that little then you don’t have to cash out that same day. You get a receipt that you can cash in later when you have enough to at least get a dollar bill and not a handful of change.

Later this week I’m going to bring in the rest of the recycling I have. Maybe then I’ll have my first dollar saved towards Blogher 2007. Of course, at this rate it might be more like Blogher 2008 before I have enough money saved.

Last year I went to the Blogher conference because it was conveniently located in my backyard. This year I would love to attend again, but they uprooted the conference and moved it across the country to Chicago. Thanks to them moving the conference, the cost will be more than just admission; I’ll have airfare, food, and lodgings to consider. Today I spent a chunk of time scheming ways to pay for the trip: pole dancing? haven’t lost enough weight yet. Not buying new spring clothes? hehe, sure. Selling a kidney on craigslist? They’ve banned human organ sales. It seemed that for every good idea I had there was a reason why it could never work.

That was until my light bulb finally went off and I saw the solution to my financial woes. Recycling! What?!? That’s right folks, recycling is how I’m going to attend Blogher in Chicago.

Here in California we pay a fee, in addition to the selling price, when purchasing beverages in cans and bottles. This was a foreign, confusing concept for me when we first arrived, but now I’ve grown used to it and am no longer confused as to why my receipt has a CRV line (At first I thought I was slowly making payments towards a Honda). Right now jparks and I throw our recyclables into the bins in our apartment building’s garage and let them deal with towing them to the recycling center. By doing this we are losing money, money that we’ve all ready shelled out simply to enjoy that can of diet coke, but I just wrote it off as the cost of being lazy. I’m no longer going to, literally, throw money away, especially since they’ve just raised the amounts you can get for bottles and cans.

So, starting immediately, in the Parks’ household all cans and bottles will be rinsed and then brought to our local recycling facility. There I will happily collect my handful of change and set it aside for Blogher. The conference is not until the end of July, so I hope to have enough recycling money set aside by then. And I’m not above accepting bottles and cans from folks that are like the old me, way too lazy to bring them in themselves.

Wish me luck!

dear person that came to my blog after searching for this:

can you fuck a neutered female dog

The answer is, technically, yes you can. But morally, no you can’t and you’re a fucking sicko. Thanks for visiting!

Either I’m psychic or I’ve got the power to control the universe with my blog.

Are you not a believer? Well, here and here.

The next question is, what Hollywood couple should I break up now?

If you’re wondering what happen to my list of links, well I’m sorry to say but I deleted them all.

Okay, I didn’t really delete them, I just deleted them from my main page. I’ve been wanting to add more links, but didn’t want the list to get long and take over the page. So last night jparks moved them to their own page which is why it’s now crossed off my wish list for Santa.

The link to the new page is up towards the top and is called “people” (which is inaccurate since I’m linking to nonpeople types as well). I’ll be adding links frequently, so check back often.

Anyhoo, that’s what’s going on.

Happy Thanksgiving. I’m thankful for having the day off from making a post. What? I have to make a post? Damn, you people are slave drivers.

A few days ago I saw this on dsandler.org and decided that I had to do it as well. The pictures were taken on Tuesday, the last day I worked this week. Some pictures are on the blurry side, as I was using my camera phone some hours. (read as: I was too lazy to dig around under my desk and get out the D80)

9am: I overslept and am only leaving for work, rather than actually being at work on time.

10am: It was my boss’ turn to bring coffee and he didn’t show up with it until 10. We are going to need to discuss this arrangement if he wants to keep trading off days.

11am: Looky, I went to a secretive, private, exclusive establishment known as our mailbox.

noon: Getting my NaBloPoMo post for today completed.

1pm: I went to Stanford mall during my lunch. yay for shopping during the work day.

2pm: Time to check my email and to have another cup of coffee. Iced this time.

3pm: I had to run out to my car and stop to take pictures of myself. You know, because I’m so pretty.

4pm: I had just finished a phone call to one of our venues to discuss all the problems we’ve been having with service. Is it really too much to ask for juggling albino midgets, riding on unicorns to be in our suite for every event? I think not.

5pm: Stopping to get dinner, which was a mistake as every person in the South Bay Area was shopping for Thanksgiving

6pm: Dinnertime. The chicken doesn’t look very appealing, but it was tasty.

This was fun, maybe we’ll do it again soon.

I’m not particularly feeling like blogging today. I guess I just want to relax and enjoy my weekend without having to find something creative to say.

I could tell you about how I went to the Dixie Chicks concert last night and found out that I don’t mind them as much as I thought I did. Or I could tell you how jparks is out of town this weekend and my goal is to clean the house, bring some clothes to Goodwill, and put away the huge pile of shoes that currently live on the bedroom floor. Or I could tell you how I saw this on dsandler.org and thought “I need to do that.” Or I could tell you how I’m going to my first hockey game tonight and will be in a fabulous suite.

But I’m just not feeling like it. Call me lazy, but I need a day off from NaBloPoMo. Or two considering I really phoned it in yesterday.