Friday, July 31, 2009

So a number of years ago, maybe ten or more, we were still using three-quarter video tapes for all the rough cuts we'd send out (this was before QTs and posting on the interweb and immediate gratification and iPhones and iPods and iChats and iBlips and iTweeks) a co-worker runs through the door and slams one of those massive babies into the big old machine and we watch this thing down on the boob-tube. Incredible. Beautiful. I still have that 3/4 tape somewhere, tucked into a corner in a box under the bed. William Shatner is surfy.

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