MediaWest III - the gathering storm
Jun. 4th, 2001 11:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
phosfateSo we get the room, fling clothing and possessions about at random, and then...we have to buy a TV set. Actually, Susan has to buy a TV set. I'm just there for...um...I think I'm the little dangly chibi thing on the car mirror. This is a working weekend for Susan, or at least that's her story and she's sticking to it, and this necessitates having a television, computer, and VCR on her dealers room table to demonstrate some kind of software thing that allows one to do cool things with one's TV set and the Internet, and take down NORAD. She also has tchotchkes. First hundred people to fill out a survey get (this will be important later) a mousepad, leather coaster, pocket knife, calculator, or teeny teeny bar kit. Everybody goes in a raffle for the TV and VCR, so Susan doesn’t have to take them home.
This will come back to haunt us later.
So...Sam's Club, for TV, VCR, some kind of mystery cell phone thingie, and a two-pack of pillows. She's got this obsession with extra pillows. I push the cart. Steak and Shake for dinner. Meijer's for booze, soda, coffee, milk, plush toys, and snoring medication for Herself. "Have you used this before?" "Nah." "Then why...?" "I snore." "Dude, that's why I sleep within whacking distance." Ms Senior Thesis on Lord Byron becomes very excited when she finds some kind of Sno-Roff that contains belladonna. "I've never done belladonna!" "Maybe it'll make you pale and interesting." "Maybe!" She very kindly got me a plushie Tuxedo Mask, and I'm running on three hours' sleep, so I don't question her too closely.
Hotel, back to, drive. Find another Cart Guy to haul boxes, giant, two, upstairs. She tests out her new equipment (and the TVs - thank you, I'm here all week!), while various and sundry folks come in to visit. Tara “Love Me Fear Me” O helps me finish the X-Files drawing I’ve been working on forever. Susan swears a lot and keeps leaving voice mail for her tech guys because somebody, somewhere, has screwed with the one bit of software she told everybody to be sure not to screw with.
Bed, eventually.
This will come back to haunt us later.
So...Sam's Club, for TV, VCR, some kind of mystery cell phone thingie, and a two-pack of pillows. She's got this obsession with extra pillows. I push the cart. Steak and Shake for dinner. Meijer's for booze, soda, coffee, milk, plush toys, and snoring medication for Herself. "Have you used this before?" "Nah." "Then why...?" "I snore." "Dude, that's why I sleep within whacking distance." Ms Senior Thesis on Lord Byron becomes very excited when she finds some kind of Sno-Roff that contains belladonna. "I've never done belladonna!" "Maybe it'll make you pale and interesting." "Maybe!" She very kindly got me a plushie Tuxedo Mask, and I'm running on three hours' sleep, so I don't question her too closely.
Hotel, back to, drive. Find another Cart Guy to haul boxes, giant, two, upstairs. She tests out her new equipment (and the TVs - thank you, I'm here all week!), while various and sundry folks come in to visit. Tara “Love Me Fear Me” O helps me finish the X-Files drawing I’ve been working on forever. Susan swears a lot and keeps leaving voice mail for her tech guys because somebody, somewhere, has screwed with the one bit of software she told everybody to be sure not to screw with.
Bed, eventually.
