Now: A tattered and very ugly easy chair facing a battered and rusty solid metal desk which is a shade of mauve only the 1950s could have loved. The desk supports a 20" iMac with an additional 15" monitor, which is connected to a blue-tooth Apple keyboard and a touchpad mouse. There are also two very old (but fully functioning and much-loved) PowerBooks on the desk, and a set of Bose speakers so I can drown out any annoyances. Two iBook clamshells (also working) are sitting on a rickety three-legged table beside the desk, which falls over about once a day. My reference materials (mainly psychology books, a thesaurus, and a book of baby names) are perched precariously on a shelving unit behind the iMac and there's an Epson printer that doesn't work right buried somewhere under the sweaters on my dresser beside the desk. The whole mess is in my bedroom.
Unlimited funds: A much bigger bedroom (at least 30' by 40'), in a custom-built house in rural Kansas, with a heating system that actually works and huge windows with views of the midwest sky instead of the ass-end of the American Legion building. A huge antique wooden desk with an authentic pirate chest in which to keep my extra supplies. A color laser printer. A new MacBook Pro and a MacBook Air to add to my laptop collection. A huge comfortable chair which is neither ugly nor falling apart.
Unlimited funds: A much bigger bedroom (at least 30' by 40'), in a custom-built house in rural Kansas, with a heating system that actually works and huge windows with views of the midwest sky instead of the ass-end of the American Legion building. A huge antique wooden desk with an authentic pirate chest in which to keep my extra supplies. A color laser printer. A new MacBook Pro and a MacBook Air to add to my laptop collection. A huge comfortable chair which is neither ugly nor falling apart.