So Marianne stopped by my place today to deliver some video we filmed on Thursday when I participated in one of her shoots for Better.TV*. I thought she could just send it up somewhere, and I could download it–which seems ridiculous in hindsight given the MB–but, no, she had to come over. And, of course, my place was a mess, and I ran around trying to camoflauge the chaos (thank god I’d just cleaned the kitchen). I mention this because it has to do with the writer’s life at conference. I don’t know how this happened (and my mother certainly doesn’t) but somewhere along the line, I became a slob.
As my various conference roommates know, I have a certain quirk relating to housekeeping. I don’t like housekeeping to come into the room. At all. During the entire conference. Usually, there’s a lot of equipment and laptops around and it’s just a total paranoia thing. The side effect of this, ahem, quirk, is that there is no incentive to clean up so that housekeeping can do its thing. Of course, since I refuse to let housekeeping in, it’s my responsibility to go hunt down the carts and get the appropriate replacements. Sometimes you do run out of stuff, particularly if you use your last fresh towel to cover the corpse of a dead cricket and housekeeping isn’t coming back to the floor until the next day.
Well, the room begins to resemble an archeological dig of sorts, in order of the days of the week. At RT, it began with the faery layer, moved through the vampire layer, and peaked at the boot-stompin’ layer. Housekeeping even called to ask if we were okay. I think they may have worried we had a bag of ricin in there, or something. Anyway, all my friends are used to this behavior by now. In fact, I think Marianne was messier this time around. Maybe she’s given up. God only knows what’s going to happen when we get to our miniscule hotel room in Tokyo. Is it possible to suffocate in your own belongings? Maybe that’s what happens to those women who are discovered four years after their deaths, mummified and with one of their hands still clutching a People Magazine.
Okay, that’s just depressing. I think I’ll go hang up some clothes…
Liz Maverick
*All of this video-blogging has piqued my interest. I’m using Microsoft MovieMaker to try my own editing for the first time. The result will be a little scary, methinks, but you gotta start somewhere.
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