October 11th, 2018
This hobby is supposed to be fun. Today it wasn’t. Some days you make mistakes, and other days you somehow manage to make every mistake and follow it up with missing every opportunity to correct that mistake. And even if the photos turn out okay, that somehow makes it even worse. Somehow.
Here’s how it, and my self-esteem and self-belief, went down.
Incredibly, I/we were allowed to leave our pen and get into another pen, right next to the interview media. However, we were not allowed to take photos behind the interviews en route, and had to go DIRECTLY to that pen. I mention this only because…. a few minutes after I/we did that, not one but F**KING FOUR different photographers just stood exactly where I wanted to stand, shooting flagrantly into the interview area, with NOBODY stopping them from doing so.
You know… we have a (private) collective noun for Security Staff at premieres, and let’s just say it doesn’t overestimate their intellectual prowess, or rank them highly in terms of Animal/Mineral/Vegetable….
And that’s about as far as I want to go in remembering tonight. I made more errors in failing to aggressively pursue a policy that would not just have worked, but would have made the event a quieter, infinitely less irritating thing to have attended. I mention this while knowing that I’m probably the least important part of the event - I’m not even on-screen holding a sign showcasing my fandom, or throwing out random claims in a foreign accent to the effect of ‘ow much aye luff yoo, <insert name>”
All this and it’s only day TWO of TWELVE…. so I’d better get some sleep. And stockpile more liquor, and drink it this time. And update The Archive of Premieres. And stockpile more liquor.
Until next time
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