That chair's gone. FINALLY. It sucked. It was supposed to be my wife's office chair but the space she moved into provides turnkey furniture and since my awesome leather monster got left up in Seattle I've been using it under duress. I've had a damn Aeron C on my to-do list since 2009. Makes a crap-ton of difference - I've discovered I can sit there mixing (or writing) for 12 hours straight with no complaints.

When my daughter was born the gear room was the only one that hadn't been elevated to 80 degrees and it had the comfiest chair. Thus the following photo:

>Did you win a body building contest or something? What's with the gold Lou Ferrigno statue?

That is the most awesome film festival award EVAR. That's my "Golden Ogre."

My understanding is that the Oklahoma Horror Festival uses a bunch of trophies left over from the local high school's wrestling team, which over-ordered like crazy. Thus, when you win, say, "best sound mix" for some goofy little short film you hammered out three or four years ago, you get THE MOST AWESOME TROPHY IN THE WORLD. I mean, he's wearing ear protectors and a cup.

Goofy little show I worked on this year was nominated for an f'ing Emmy but nothing beats my Golden Ogre. I even encourage films I work on to show at the Oklahoma Horror Fest just so I can get more of them.