I’ve had flat-screen monitors in the past and given them to other people — this one is brighter, sharper and has better color. I’m sure the technology has improved since I bought my system in 1822.
Incidentally, I was at the PIFF screening for Snow Angels last night, with the special guest David Gordon Green (writer/director) and he made a comment about how he hated “great scripts” with clever dialog. It reminded me about the scriptwriting discussion on overly clever dialog, and made me wonder what the threshold was between well-written and clever.
Hey, your desk looks messier than mine! I don’t feel quite so bad now.
So, do you have a window in the room with the computer? I think that would be more like torture trapped in a room with that view. To console you, I could send you an enlarged picture of my snow-laden Midwestern backyard you can tape over the window to make you feel like you’re not missing out on anything special.
I do have a window in my office. It’s a window into my imagination.
Seriously though, my office is in the basement. This is not ideal. However, the basement also contains my kickass screening room with its nine-foot screen, which is a much better window in my opinion.
Who is Todd Alcott?
Todd Alcott is a screenwriter living in Los Angeles with his wife and his kids and his cats and his dogs. He has worked on many feature films and has sometimes been credited for thus. You may have seen one.
life is a matter of degrees, isn’t it?
Hey, where’s Trinity?
She’s in New York.
Wow. CRT. I can’t even work on those anymore; too many headaches.
Heh. My monitor’s a little better than yours, but my view is a whole lot worse. You win.
How in god’s name do you work on such a tiny CRT?
The picture may be deceiving — my monitor’s an 18″-er.
My desk may be more cluttered than yours, but I suspect your is infinitely more productive.
And the view outside my window is OK, when I think to leave the house.
Damn you, So Cal! For your palm trees, unobstructed sunsets, and generally warmer weather.
Nor Cal is still better, though.
Is that a glue stick?
I guess you still cut and paste the old fashioned way.
And by the looks of your monitor, I guess that’s just how you roll.
I’ve had flat-screen monitors in the past and given them to other people — this one is brighter, sharper and has better color. I’m sure the technology has improved since I bought my system in 1822.
Is that Superman, Wonderman, and Buddha? You just need Buddy Jesus from Dogma and you;d have all bases covered.
Now who the hell is Wonderman? Partners with Superwoman, I guess! I’m so not a native lol
It’s not exactly Buddha, it’s one of Buddha’s li’l pals.
Alongside of Superman and Wonder Woman are Green Lantern, Hawkgirl, Black Canary and the head of Samuel Beckett.
Oh, and Tiny Spiderman of course.
Where does one obtain ‘The Head of Samuel Beckett’, and can I get it with a side of fries?
I got mine on eBay, I think he got his just from being Samuel Beckett.
Admit it, this is your version of The Justice League meets the Extraordinary League.
The Extra Justice League>?
Incidentally, I was at the PIFF screening for Snow Angels last night, with the special guest David Gordon Green (writer/director) and he made a comment about how he hated “great scripts” with clever dialog. It reminded me about the scriptwriting discussion on overly clever dialog, and made me wonder what the threshold was between well-written and clever.
Hey, your desk looks messier than mine! I don’t feel quite so bad now.
So, do you have a window in the room with the computer? I think that would be more like torture trapped in a room with that view. To console you, I could send you an enlarged picture of my snow-laden Midwestern backyard you can tape over the window to make you feel like you’re not missing out on anything special.
I do have a window in my office. It’s a window into my imagination.
Seriously though, my office is in the basement. This is not ideal. However, the basement also contains my kickass screening room with its nine-foot screen, which is a much better window in my opinion.