I dunno if I even spelled that right. lol
But I know you have em!
Mine is my own dang fault. I've now summons myself to a literal closet to edit in: http://grinnerhester.com/096.jpg http://grinnerhester.com/094.jpg
I did this in attempt to place the client on the couch while I do my thang without anyone breathing on me. Many do but I have one client who has to get all up on me, placing scripts where the mouse obviously navigates, all reakin of cologne from the 80s, and my big pet peave...putting his nut-scratchers all on my monitors.
dammit don't touch the monitor!
I love the guy so I say nothing but dadgum, man. give a brother some space. I'm just gonna have to start farting in there to keep it secure.
man those are awesome fun.
Some of em actually originate within the corporate offices at A-B. Matter of fact, if you've ever heard the "Mr way too much calogne wearer" spot, that's about the very same dude who was in my suite this afternoon.
I had to upgrade to lava lamps from candles after the big waxident during a session with ESPN episode in 2000.
Dude I literally had an ice scraper from my car after the keyboard and console as a producer tapped his foot. I was all "well it freakin smells awesome in here, right?"
Being told the sound is bad when I can hear the sound is bad. Listening to what WAS SUPPOSED to have happened when I can clearly see what actually happened. And being explained all the intricacies of the construction of a shot I know won't make it to final cut. Let's just edit the damn thing already!