Andare, Partire, Tornare ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Martha Washington is Asleep on my Scanner Still fighting the sinus infection. Gnnngh. TV people (and movie people as well, I speculate) move veeeeery quickly. I envision Sunday as being a string of hyperactive movement breaking up long periods of total boredom. I also figure that the actual capital s Stars will show up for approximately one hour out of the fourteen I will be there! Would it be gauche of me to ask for an autograph or two? I feel like it would be. I want to be the dignified professional, but I'm not very good at that - I always look too eager and wide-eyed. If they hurt anything in the Maryland room, I will take scalps as trophies and decorate my cubicle with them. I can show them to visitors. *pointing* "That one was a lighting guy. And that's from a makeup person. I think that was a cameraman. They put a ding into the painted Baltimore chair." And registrars around the world will nod and go, "Fair enough." But currently, I'm accessioning a really silly little 1930's era Martha Washington costume, complete with fuzzy grey wig. Lord knows where I'm going to put the thing. It's currently lying limply on my scanner, next to my purse and a foil pack of Sudafed. Oh, and my nose drops. You wanted to know that, didn't you? Must..get..oatmeal. Stomach...empty... 9:26 a.m. - 2002-02-22 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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