Week 8 Assessment

Accomplished!!!:
Not all that much yet, although tomorrow (today) is going to be the day in which all audio production will begin to proliferate into the cumulative archive worthy to be utilized enhancing any gaming experience (especially if all gaming was to be done aurally - imagine that). Unfortunately, I've been relentlessly studying ALL week for another class' midterm which takes place tomorrow(all of you better give me your luck). BUT! (yes I did use "but" at the beginning of a sentence and yes it was a one word sentence) I've done some editing/appending/cutting/(...re-iterating...yea..whynot, how about another "re") and re-assigning the inherent sounds for the moods/atmosphere intrinsic to each of our levels which take place in mind-numbingly exciting different settings like the NIGHT, or the DAY. Ah, but I kid, last time we gathered as a team we discussed the physical settings(is it a orchard? or an ancient monolith resembling an archaic fusional power plant?) of each level, allowing me to further design the outline of each level's aural-signifiers (hm...ya, I'll call them aural-signifiers from now on.)


Okay, now for the exciting part:


Where we met and when:
We met up in our tutorial, although something unbelievable and utterly unexplainable occured, let me explain. WE WERE DISSALLOWED ANY PRODUCTIVE DISCOURSE WITH OUR TEAMMATES CONCERNING OUR GAME! Over the course of this week (mostly the last 5 minutes) I have come up with a few arguments as to why this took place. First one being: as if possesed, everyone but me took a keen interest in the lengthy tutorial "handout" noticing the reputable source from where it was found and copied. Secondly: a blockage formed in the section of our brains where we derive our individuality and ability to uncomform to the persistent "Yahs!" (and other sounds signifying whips and great depretiation in marks due to the incompletion of being able to READ and FOLLOW simple directions.) Rubbish! some of you others (all of whom are entranced) might say, and you might be correct, for I too was under the same trance or spell as the rest of you, so if I was me, which I am, I would say Rubbish! to myself too, but would that make me, like you, correct? Ofcourse not, the answer is no.


Okay now for the juicy and restricted part, children you might want to avert your eyes cause this ones going to be full of sheer explicit nature and....mere getting downness!:

WHAT I HOPE TO ACCOMPLISH...aww...for next week:

...ok so the topic wasn't as exciting as I thought...it seems like this is a recurring nightmare with this class, getting all hopped up on hopes of actually learning something constructive, ohwell.

Aside from my crest-fallen attitude, I'm quite excited for this week, especially tomorrow, because I will bring my fully hardware driven friend (his name is ELECTRIBE-MX) YES! you've guessed it, he's my sequencer. I hope all of you software/mouse-clicking technophiles will bow your heads in shame when EMX comes walking through the school doors with my legs, in my backpack. I hope to get some serious button pushing time with EMX tomorrow and create some usable tracks.

Till then and as always children: do not try to watch T.V. while driving, for it takes too much processing power in the brain to fill in all those blank dots on the screen for you to be able to focus on your driving skills, instead watch film, all it is is just screens projected at 24 frames per second, HARDLY any thought processing power going on there.