My computer will randomly decide to remove all my saved passwords. This makes me crazy. Er. I have no idea why it does it, I never muck with my settings or cookies (I don’t even know what those are, but Webgod says it with a straight face, so I presume they matter), and yet once in awhile, nothing works. I know I can’t use the same passwords, so I dutifully go with new ones, then my stupid computer spits them out like a baby eating grapefruit, and I can’t get in. I click on more ‘forgot password, click here’ than anyone I know.
Anyway. Enough bitching. Spent the last couple days in Toronto at the car show. Many of us are complaining of sore feet, wrecked backs, cold, flu (that in most cases, looks suspiciously like the Rum flu if you ask me) and assorted other ills. Forget all that; I just have the olds.
The hotel that Nissan was gracious enough to plant me in, the Intercontinental downtown, is lovely. Truly. But they want 14 bucks a day for Internet. Riddle me this: the cheaper the digs, the freer the Internet access. The hoitier the hotel, the more they ding you. In Monterey, they wanted 25 bucks a day for Internet. I know I could have tossed it on the room charge, but I also knew I’d only be in the room awake for a few minutes, so I read emails on my phone. And replied to none. I hate stabbing at the phone keypad with my fat fingers, so anyone I didn’t reply to, I’m sorry. I’m sure Roz thought I died. No, she probably called Ari, had a chat, ascertained I was alive, and knew that Ari would never give me the message.
The Car Show is lovely, and if you’re a car freak, head on down. It opens today. I’ll be back there most of Monday taping throughout for Tuesday’s show. We taped interviews all day yesterday, which means I had to learn and introduce people on camera with no prompter like this: “I’m with Ferdinand Ruprecht, Vice President of Corporate Strategy and Washroom Keys for Lada Canada”. Then do a three minute stand up. The problem is, your brain gets scrambly after awhile. My final take of the day, by which point the crew is burning out, is with the new Corvette.
George from GM public relations said, “one sec, I’ll get you your interview person” and went to get him. As he filled out the release, I leaned over his shoulder to get a head’s up on the final name I would have to get right for the day. He wrote “Rob” and I was happy. Then he started writing his last name. And kept writing. Assimakopoulos. Rob is the Director of Communications and Marketing for GM Canada. And he is also a hell of a good sport. I nearly cried as he wrote his name. I got it in one take, which made me delirious. I then realized that Ron Fellows was standing off the side. I know Ron, and he has raced Corvettes for GM for decades. He is a brilliant racer, but mostly, one of the nicest guys around.
“Fellows” vs ” Assimakopoulos” when my feet were numb and my tongue was broken.
Can’t wait to see the tape.