My RSI-avoidance software recommends as well as the far away focus thing, putting your hands over your open eyes--apparently looking into darkness is more relaxing than just closing your eyes.

Good LORD this afternoon is going slowly. Could someone feed the hamster in the time-passage generator? I think it's gone to sleep.

I second this motion.

Good LORD this afternoon is going slowly.

Sigh

I haven't even made it to afternoon yet.

IANAL, but I have to say no to deal with questions like this all the time, so here's my understanding. (But ask a real lawyer if you need a real opinion!)

Can a college theatre department sell (at a prophet) videos of past productions of non-original material-- that is, the production is riginal and we paid for rights to put it on, but the playwright is still alive?

When you paid for the performance rights, there was a contract (which may have just been the form that you filled out and signed) that specified just what you could and couldn't do: I'd be amazed if your right to make money off the play extended to anything beyond the original run. I expect that (as an educational institution) you could make a good case for showing them to future classes and the like, but not for making money from them.

It seems to me no, but that if we are just asking for fees for materials to make copies for the cast or something, then it is OK?

Legally, still probably not okay, but practically speaking, I can't imagine anyone enforcing it if you do it for the actual cost of a tape. Making money is another matter, and I really doubt they'd care if it was being sold to a cast member if they decided they wanted to be dickish about it.

How about on-line streaming of entire productions (not exerpts for advertising purposes)?

Not without the copyright holder's permission. Again, that's something that's likely to be addressed when you bought the rights.

Aw, Hec, cute photo. And filled with love for your tag, even as I'm tempted to tell the San Francisco cocksucker to speak for his fuckin' self, new father or not.

::looks in time-passage generator, sees skeleton of hamster::

Well, damnit. We're gonna need a new hamster.

Well, damnit. We're gonna need a new hamster.

Or maybe one of those little hyper dogs....

sends Ollie

Or maybe a crew of three-year-olds to power the wheel. It's dead as doornails over here, too. They've given us wireless headsets, so the entire tech support staff is wandering around peering over each other's cubicle walls.

My wireless headset is crap. It's fine for listening in, but no one can hear me speak. I need another one, stat. Those suckers are addictive.