Video Queen
Friday, May 21st, 2004 06:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rolanniSo, Barbara was able to oblige me by reducing the amount of excess hair by half. I suggested that she shave my head, but she wasn't going there. Just as well, I guess; the upkeep would've been more than I'm willing to commit to.
We ran the last of the trip-related errands this afternoon, got an oil change and the tires rotated on the truck, mailed the SRM orders in hand, and picked up our incoming. Christmas photos from Steve's stepfather; the new Chronicle; and a copy of the TV interview we filmed back in March.
At home, I set the laundry to cooking and Steve popped the tape into the VCR.
It's ...disconcerting... to watch yourself on tape. I failed to project my voice -- something that will come as no surprise to anyone who's ever been on a panel with me -- but managed overall to sit still and comport myself like a gentleman. I knew I talked with my hands, but it surprised me to see that actually I talk with my whole body, almost acting out the sentences. I didn't know I did that. Alas the Maggie's Farm reference was not edited out -- that'll larn me to tell obscure Dylan jokes.
Laundry, laundry and more laundry this evening, as well as some pre-trip filing. The sample chapters are about 500 words long at the moment, and I still don't have a good ending for the synopsis. Scrabble has suggested, "They all got tuna and catnip and slept in the sun 'til they woke up." Which isn't exactly what I'm looking for.
We ran the last of the trip-related errands this afternoon, got an oil change and the tires rotated on the truck, mailed the SRM orders in hand, and picked up our incoming. Christmas photos from Steve's stepfather; the new Chronicle; and a copy of the TV interview we filmed back in March.
At home, I set the laundry to cooking and Steve popped the tape into the VCR.
It's ...disconcerting... to watch yourself on tape. I failed to project my voice -- something that will come as no surprise to anyone who's ever been on a panel with me -- but managed overall to sit still and comport myself like a gentleman. I knew I talked with my hands, but it surprised me to see that actually I talk with my whole body, almost acting out the sentences. I didn't know I did that. Alas the Maggie's Farm reference was not edited out -- that'll larn me to tell obscure Dylan jokes.
Laundry, laundry and more laundry this evening, as well as some pre-trip filing. The sample chapters are about 500 words long at the moment, and I still don't have a good ending for the synopsis. Scrabble has suggested, "They all got tuna and catnip and slept in the sun 'til they woke up." Which isn't exactly what I'm looking for.
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Date: 2004-05-23 09:55 am (UTC)So, were you? Having a good time in the interview? What was your "Maggie's Farm" ref?
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Date: 2004-05-23 06:09 pm (UTC)Part of it was her own fault. Her preparation had been to print out a buncha pages off our website, and to jot down three questions that could reasonably have been answered by either one of us with a yes or no.
But the other part wasn't her fault, it was mine. Even though we answered long, wandered out on limbs, into tangents, and took the road least traveled, her questions were pretty soon used up, and there was a lot more hour left. At which point she panicked and blurted something on the order of having read on the webpage that I had worked, ahhhh, on a farm?
What I should have said was, No, actually, I had worked at the city farmers market, selling cider and cheese, and tried to run a three minute riff in the direction of Weird Writer Jobs.
Unfortunately, she was looking so frantic that I thought it would be better if she got a quick laugh -- oxygen to the brain, you know -- and since she appeared to be in that fuzzy place, "about my age," I figured she'd get it when I said, Right. Maggie's Farm.
Needless to say, she didn't know the reference, and by this time, her eyes were as round as Susan B. Anthony dollars. Luckily, Steve was able to start the riff about Odd Writer Jobs and segued into the influence of his grandmother on his writing, which gave her some time to think of another question.