This is my work station at a nice little house in the Hollywood Hills that my boss let me borrow for the weekend. It's a great view and you can't hear the traffic (one of my biggest pet-peeves), so it's quite peaceful. But the drive to get up here is nothing short of harrowing. As if L.A. traffic isn't bad enough, after a long day you have to wind your way up narrow, pot-holed streets with hair-pin turns galore. But it's a nice view, especially at night. The picture doesn't quite capture it.