When I got home from the airport yesterday, my apartment was rearranged and a bit cleaner than I left it. That's odd, I thought—especially since I live alone and don't (yet) have a maid. Turns out, it was even odder: There was a TV crew in my house yesterday when I wasn't here. Life as a rock star, I tell you. (Oh wait, I guess if I was a rock star, I would have been on TV.)