All sorts of people have been doing the latest blog craze, a love list. And while there are many things out there that I love (I’d like to give a shout out to Reese Peanut Butter Eggs!) my head hurts today so I’m going to take this in another direction and create a hate list. Just call me Henry Rollins. (He’s still angry, right?)

This list could keep going on and on but I’m starting to look like a really angry, mean person and I swear I’m not. Unless you’re jparks and have to deal with me first thing in the morning before coffee. At that time all bets are off and the she-beast in me comes out. In fact, I bet if jparks made a hate list, dealing with me in the mornings would be right at the top of it. Ah, good times.

I’m not normally one for internet quizzes, but my this one will be handy should my Girl Scout troop ever decide to rebel against me. Now I know that as long as I keep enrollment under 18 I will always have the upper hand. Suck it kidlets, you can’t win!

18

Do you guys think that that today is the slowest blogging day of the year? Because you know most people that participated in NaBloPoMo are taking today off and then add in the fact that most folks don’t blog on the weekends and I bet it adds up to almost no blog activity on the world wide webs. Which means it’s mine, all mine. Today I own the internet.

First order of business: change the name to reganweb. No, maybe reganet. Or the World Wide Web of Regan.

Second order of business: I’m gonna need more lolcats. Particularly of the nom nom nom variety.

Man, it feels good to be powerful.

As we all know I’ve been taking pictures of my shoes every day this month and posting them on flickr. And up until today I’ve only had nice people comment about my various pairs. Nice people without foot fetishes. Nice people that don’t make me hate the internets.

Okay, let’s back up. I posted this picture today:

I posted it in the NoBloPoMo group, which is not a fetish group. I did not give it any tags that would indicate I want fetish people to look at it. This was supposed to be a totally innocent picture. And yet I got a comment on it that was not innocent.

I’ve since blocked that particular flickr user and, by doing that, all of their comments have been deleted. But I know what the comments were and I’m still totally creeped out. I have nothing against people with foot/shoe fetishes but ugh, leave me alone!

As anyone who will stand still and listen to me whine knows, I’ve been feeling stuck in a fashion rut. The casual office atmosphere of California blind-sided me and I adapted to it much too quickly, with arms way too open. I went from wearing dresses and heels daily to living in jeans, tee shirts, and comfy shoes. And while I don’t think there’s anything wrong with any of those items, I was starting to feel boring. And old.

Desperately wanting help, I turned to a very nice person with a very helpful fashion focused blog. And boy, help is what she gave. She wrote a long post packed with tons of tips to cure me of my fashion ailments. It was such a helpful piece that jparks even read it, and today said “You’re wearing an accessory, just like the post said to do!” (nevermind that I was wearing a necklace that I wear all the time. I was just impressed he read a fashion article)

I’ve taken Susan’s advice to heart and am planning on stocking up on chinos, strappy sandals, and a jean jacket as soon as I can get to a mall. Or wrestle the credit card out of jparks’ wallet. Until then, I’m shopping my own closet and hoping for the best.

And because she asked so nicely, here’s a picture of today’s outfit. I dug out some jeans from the Gap (I noticed after leaving the house that they are just a bit too long, even with heels), a silk shirt from Banana Republic, and some heels I had forgotten about. It was a simple outfit, but somehow felt better than my normal work uniform.

Now if I could only find the time to flat iron my hair and throw on some makeup I’d be unstoppable.

I just called the hotel (don’t call a Disney Resort a hotel while on the phone with a Disney employee, they’ll correct you. Every single time you say hotel they. will. correct. you. You can’t win this test of wills Ms. Disney Employee, I’m going to call it a hotel and you can’t stop me) to find out if the hotel(!) has internet access. The chipper answer was “Yes, and it’s even high speed!” But when I asked if it was free, the tone in her voice changed. It turned a lot less chipper, as she explained that it’s $9.95 for 24 hours.

$10 a day for internet! That is such a rip off. Disney is mega stupid rich and they can’t provide free wi-fi to their hotel guests? Maybe I’m making wrong assumptions and it’s not 24 hours as in noon to noon, but 24 hours that ticks down for every hour you are logged in.

Anyway, I guess this is just my way of saying I might not be able to post as much as I planned. I’m still going to try to post daily, but unless someone wants to send me $50 for internet access, it might not happen. The weather better be beautiful to make up for this crap.

You remember that thing I hinted at before? Well it’s over and it sucks. Confused yet? Want to know what the hell I’m talking about?

Okay well, about a month ago this site, Oh My That’s Awesome, posted an opening for a reviewer. And I jumped on that chance immediately. And decided I reallllly wanted that job. And got my hopes all up. Do you see where this is going?

I managed to keep my big mouth shut and didn’t tell anyone I had sent in an email application for the job. But when I got an email back saying I was moving on in the application process, I opened my mouth. And spewing from it came words about how much I wanted this and how excited I was about it and tons of other things I should have known I would later be forced to eat.

I made my three test posts and checked my email and the test site constantly to see if I had earned any comments from the owners. Nothing. After not hearing anything for a few days I got an email asking for another test post so there is more of my work to judge. Then came an email saying the owners are finalizing the decision and we would know soon.

Up until this point I had been feeling really good about my posts. But when they asked for a fourth post from me, I noticed two new test posters appear, and this was a giant, red, neon, blinking sign that said “Regan, give up the dream, you’re not getting hired.” I think the sign might have even had a siren blaring. It’s not that I thought the new girls were better writers, but damn, their products were good. Here I sunk all my time into creating funny, witty test posts and had not put much thought into my products. Don’t get me wrong, my products were good, but not as good as the other folks’. And somehow I just knew that no matter how good the writing was, it wasn’t going to make up for lackluster products.

And boy, sometimes I hate being right. On Thursday I got the rejection email and, darn, I was heartbroken. So now I’m a web reject. woot!

…or some other year before the internet.

We moved into our new apartment on Monday and by Tuesday we were supposed to have cable and internet. Supposed is the keyword in that sentence. Jason didn’t want to pay the instillation fee for internet and told me he could take care of it himself. The problem with this is Comcast, the local cable/internet provider, wants your money, especially $100 for internet instillation, because according to Jason it’s the easiest $100 they can make. So when he tried to install our internet, it didn’t work. Figures. Stupid Comcast.

After spending a half hour on the phone with the Comcast representative we still didn’t have internet, but they promised to call us back within 24 hours. It’s now 20 hours later and we still haven’t heard from them. I’m also willing to put money down that we don’t hear from them in the next 4 hours. I’m also willing to go double or nothing that we’ll have to call them back and that we won’t have internet in the next few days.

But at least we’ll have saved our $100 set up fee. We’ll need that money to buy blood pressure medicine for Jason, because I guarantee he’s going to need some after talking to those Comcast reps again.

And how am I posting this you ask? Well, if you go sit in the middle of the field in our complex there are some internet connections you can borrow. Thank you to my fellow residents, keep paying those internet bills on time, I depend on you!

So I’ve fallen to the power of my space.

It started with Sara pointing out that yes; you can find musicians on my space. When I told her I didn’t have a my space account Sara kindly pointed out that she searched for me and yes I did have an account. Apparently I blocked it from my mind that I had created an account at some past point in time. But the promise of new music was not enough to get me onto my space.

Jump ahead a couple of days and Jason and I have dinner with Chris and Alicia. Alicia is a teacher of junior high aged kids and we had a discussion about how my space is ruled by tweens and I feel too old to be on there. Alicia pointed out that it’s great for everyone as a way to keep in touch with old friends. That was the deal breaker for me because lately I’ve been trying to google, very unsuccessfully, some friends that I’ve lost touch with.

So now I have a my space account (grumble grumble grumble). If you have one too you’re more than welcome to check me out, although my page is pretty basic. I don’t plan on making it fancy or adding backgrounds and I really don’t plan on making mine play music because nothing drives me more insane than that.

There’s a series on MTV2 called Wonder Showzen that’s a parody of kid’s tv shows. After reading an article in Entertainment Weekly about it I had to go find clips online because the show sounded, ummmm, interesting. After watching a few clips I can confirm that yup, interesting is the correct word to describe Wonder Showzen.