Wednesday, February 17, 2010

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Oh wait, I'm not one of those webcomic artist folk.
Oh hey there!
Long time no see!
You come here often?
Yeah, I haven't posted in a while. But I'm going to try and start again! Experimentation, you know?
Anyways. This is my One-Act Proposal, for Andy Boyd's play The Crater. Enjoy, or whatever else thing you people do.
You people.

Mission:OneActProposal

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1Breakdown

$su-Title: The Crater, written by Andy Boyd.

^[[A-Genre: Dramedy. Or rather, a drama with a very Andy-esque flair, so it’s funny.

^[[A-Dramatis Personae: 9 Total.

Males:

-Paul: Investment Banker. Lives in Phoenix.

-Jack: Park Ranger. Lives in Bryce Canyon. Has a beard.

-Cain: Brother of Abel.

-Abel: Brother of Cain.

Females:

-Emma: New Age Enthusiast and Telemarketer. Lives in Phoenix.

-Beth-Anne: Sister of Emma. Lives in Flagstaff.

Androgynous (I’d prefer/were written as males, but eh):

-Skip: Vagabond Country-Western Minstrel. Lives out of a knapsack.

-Satan/Masauwu: Satan. Played by the actor playing Masauwu / Masauwu: Skeleton Man. Played by the actor playing Satan.

-Hermes: Hermes.

^[[A-Time_Breakdown: Probably about 17-18 minutes.

2Author’s_Idea:

. . Andy’s idea, as I interpret it, is to portray the part of real life left out by Hollywood by taking the premise to the extremes: that “fate” can bring people together under completely different circumstances, in seemingly perfect, inevitable harmony, yet without human action or will no good will rise from the occasion.

3My_Idea/Concept:

. . The play as a whole is really rather malleable, and I enjoy that, so I wish to take full advantage of that while continuing the theme to the best of my abilities. As far as scenes go, I’d like them to play out fairly similar to how they’re written, yet I’d like Hermes to be an older fellow/lady, very historian/librarian-esque with an old slide projector, as well as a backdrop to give the one-act as a whole the vibe of a documentary. I’d also like Masauwu/Satan to be in a pinstriped business suit (or something of the same ilk) and play with hats/masks to differentiate the two of them.

4My_Inspiration:

. . My inspiration for the concept is for the most part the one-act itself. I like the play, so putting it together as it’s written really seems fine to me, especially since it’s never been done before. As for the documentary bit, the was inspired by the slight anti-Hollywood-perfect-fairytale vibe I got from the script, as well as a very interesting documentary I watched in European History led by a silly old British historian with gray hair on end with a collection of old slides and knowledge that I found fascinating and has been bouncing around my head for a while, and seems perfect for Hermes.

5Implementation:

$su-Sets: I’m really quite content to use what is there. I might need some chairs or a bench or two, and maybe the improv table for general use throughout the scenes and quick striking. If there’s any way part of the stage can be at least barely faked to be a door as well, that’d be wonderful. Probably the only difficult set piece I’d need to build/find is a curtain/overhead screen so Hermes could project images onto it. Even better would be if I could move it to also be the barrier between Satan/Masauwu in the desert scene. But I don’t know if that would be too much.

^[[A-Lights: I’ll probably have a set up for each scenario, the apartment, train, car, lecture hall, desert and the crater itself. I’ll just design each based off of what’s hung, and place what needs to be lit in the light. I want to use a lot of shadowtricks and soft lighting, if possible.

^[[a-Sound: I’ll probably work with Andy to come up with any sort of soundtrack, if there will be one. I don’t think I’ll need too many sound effects, save for many a car and train noise(s). Skip will choose his own music, and his/her guitar might need to be mic’d.

^[[A-Actor_Movement: Nothing too crazy going on here. Set pieces will probably need to be struck between scenes, but if it is just the chair and improv table I can’t imagine it will be too difficult. Masauwu/Satan will need to do some fancy jumping and running around, but I think most student of CWA could handle it.

I think off-stage actors may end up seated in chairs, watching the action from afar to try and accentuate the on-going documentary feel. If it doesn’t work though I’m quite willing to ditch the idea.

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Saturday, September 20, 2008

You know what they should do?

They should fucking make AudioSurf for Mac.

That's all.
you ring me out and you come again

Saturday, September 6, 2008

For The Benefit of God Dammit.

Fuck Blogger.
Fuck Blogger and it's lack of ability to do any formatting whatsoever.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Ahah! Proof, and a story!

Here is my story of Majora's Mask, along with an interesting bit of proof that I will show first!

There is a wonderful website called GameFAQs, that is a giant online gaming community, but also mainly a giant index of home-written FAQs (guides) for nearly every game on the planet. The website is wildly successful, and I have to admit, I use it on a regular basis. One of the cool things about it is that everyday, there is a "Top 10 ..." list, user submitted, and of course centering around games, and a new poll. Millions of people look at both the list and the poll daily, including me.
The list today was "The Top 10 Best Storylines in a Video Game".
Number 4, ladies and gentlemen.

Majora's Mask storyline is not like the other's here. It is not very deep. There isn't much to it, yet it's one of my favorite storylines to date. The way the game lays out the story, lays out the impending doom of the entire planet to be destroyed...it gives the player a sense of dread. The story builds on how many lives will be lost if the moon breaks its orbit and smashes the planet to bits. It plays on the dread factor and isn't shy in reminding you that doom is approaching. You play as Link, and you play continuously through a three day cycle using masks to help you time travel, to attempt to prevent the whole place from being smashed to bits. Great presentation.

Obviously this guy didn't play quite as much of the game as I did, because while the main plot wasn't very deep, as I explained before
the side quests are deeper than most novels. But that's okay! Because his opinions are the game are nearly identical to mine! See?
SOLID PROOF BEEOTCH.
Honestly. A very solid feeling of doom, of hopelessness.
And it's so... fucking... good.

Anyways. My little tidbit of Majora's Mask for you.

Thursday, March 27, 2008

New Web Browser.

Lots of potential.
Mediocre right now.

Hmmm.

From Flock...

Does this work?

Monday, March 3, 2008

Motherfucking SHIT.

Owwww...
Iean sicky...

Last night, while trying to "activate" ( :D ) my copy of Windows Vista, I noticed a pain in the more forward end of my head. I brushed it aside, and just continued working.
Roughly ten minutes later, I was laying in the fetal position on the couch with the most intense migraine I've ever had.
There aren't many things that can incapacitate me. No soccer injury or heavy fall has ever put me out... even after making a 3/4 inch deep, 1 inch wide gaping wound in my leg tearing all the way down to reveal the muscle and bone couldn't put me out.
But migraines? Sweet Jelly Belly Jesus, I GIVE UP.

I can only remember having one quite this bad before, about 3 months ago. I woke up with it that time, and nearly screamed. That time, I spent about 6 hours alternating between the couch, trying not to scream, and that fun elevated position over the toilet seat, puking over and over and over and over...

This time, I learned from my mistakes. While I may have been in the most intense pain I can imagine, I knew if I moved, my stomach would take revenge. And so, I laid perfectly still, and controlled my breathing... even breathing to hard would've sent me right to the bathroom. My mother kept ice on my forehead and 10 billion blankets on my body... she's a saint. After she gave me about 5 Advil that did absolutely nothing, my father got home and immediately saw what was going on and gave me some valium. I guess it works for migraines... my sister has chronic ones. Thank god for having a father as a doctor!

Either way, the valium kicked in after a while and I finally fell into a very hectic sleep... my mom moved me upstairs at some point, and the next thing I know it's 9:45 this morning.
Head still throbs, but just barely. But I most definitely have the nasty flu.

I have no immune system, it's true. I get minor head colds all the time. But I hate being more than minorly sick! It sucks!

At least I don't have (as much) of the guilty feeling of "You're just being bitchy. Go to school."
I'm going to take a leap of faith and say "if you were in enough pain you don't remember it, you're sick enough to stay home".
Woo...

Now, I just need to find something to do...
-bleeeeeeeeeeeeech
screw you guys i'm goin' home