I was digging in my old XP computer and I found tons and tons of old video clips, I never used for anything from several-several years ago. So I thought why not past them together and share em, what good is a video that never gets watched?
I'll post a few more videos like this, but this one contains footage from the world's largest balloon fiesta, the Botanical Gardens, and my old house. Enjoy!
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Saturday, January 7, 2012
The Art of Cosplay
I'm going to quote my journal from deviantART, I posted about just recently here. And add some updates to it!
"So this is my first entry on this Deviant blog, so since it's the first one I thought I'd post about something interesting. This time I'll be talking about my Wacom tablet process. Generally when I draw for fun in my free time (outside my game design related work), I do portraits. I like drawing forms of faces, and I really enjoy working on eyes. Usually when I draw portraits I use Adobe Illustrator and make vectors, which is something I'm comfortable with. However, I've started using my Wacom tablet more and more ever since I started doing comic colorist work. It's an amazing tool, I love. But when I do portrait attempts with it, I tend to leave them black and white, because the sketch grows on me as is. But this time I when in and worked layers and layers of outlines and colors to see what types of effects I could create with it (as you can see from the image below). For my subject, I picked Taymeho (a co player from YouTube, who's videos I like -being based largely on Kuroshitsuji why wouldn't I? Being the Otaku I am. She has some really great videos and more over she looks the part of Ciel Phantomhive quite well (one of the best Ciel's in fact I've ever come across). So I decided to draw her, luckily for me she had a Deviant Art link on her YouTube page with tons of terrific photos for me to reference (this one being the one: [link] ). -I started to only upload the final version of the drawing here, but I figured showing the process from start to finish would be a good reason to use the journal option on here."
Since the above drawing, I decided to do another of my favorite cosplayers. Why stop at one right? So I chose to draw one of... No the best Grell cosplayer I've ever seen (Aicosu you can view his deiantART page here: [link]). He is a worthy subject indeed.
-Really I would like to see him and Taymeho casted for the Black Butler live action film (given there ever will be one). I doubt the series will ever make it to the big screen though unfortunately, I think us fans will be lucky to get a third season to be satisfied with. Unless your into reading a lot of manga. -Don't get me wrong I love manga, but I prefer my anime moving with music. Oddly enough, I actually tend to enjoy the Japanese versions of anime. Even though I have to read the subtitles, the voices are often times much more fitting than the English version. I would say this is true for a lot of series such as Monster, Death Note, and so on. But as far as Black Butler, I actually really love both the English and Japanese versions as both Grell voices were amazing, and Alois had the perfect voice actor. -But the butler(s) themselves were better in English, in my opinion. Thinking of Claude's ever so famous line "Yes your highness..."o.O But for the most part I do love the Japanese versions of anime, which is the main reason I have started learning it. So far I've found its very tricky, since there are so many different terms and usages for the same word. Depending on things like occasion, formality and yes even gender of the speaker can play a role in how one speaks, or the way one speaks (word choice etc). But I think it's worth learning, it's an amazing language, from an amazingly rich culture.
Friday, November 25, 2011
Asset List Story (Part 2)
This is the second story and asset list, my week 2 Creative Writing class in college. If you read the first please skip the explanation of the assignment here below in purple:
In Creative Writing class, there was a class discussion that called for everyone to come up with the name of a character, and a short descriptive asset list of ten items. After that everyone in class had to pick two their students asset list (and their character), to write a short story based off it. Basically using the asset list to get inspiration from to come up with something all new! I thought this assignment was a lot of fun so I've posted the two asset list and stories I wrote from them below:
Here's the second asset list by Christopher Allende:
"The Character I will be working with is a new character that i will be exploring. His name is Johnathan Davis (this is still pending, but I wanted something that sounded common and unremarkable), and he is an individual with some scrupulous morals and a deranged sense of nobility. The object of my choosing is a storage crate.
*The Crate is hidden in a basement that was carved out under his garage, and is clean and devoid of markings (even the simple scuffs of wear and tear are nowhere to be seen).*It is a clear crate and is made of some manner of plastic that is resilient to acid burns.*The lid seals with two folding clasps on either end and is not locked.*Inside the crate there is a liner that is laid in and is of a black material that resembles oiled canvas.*Upon pulling back the canvas there are a set of tools and items each pocketed neatly in the various pockets sewn into this canvas liner.*All the metallic tools are a high polished stainless steel devoid of dents and imperfections of any kind.*The First section of pockets hold items: Rope (black nylon chord), plastic sheeting (50 yards neatly packed, and non-reusable), Surgical Tubing (3 yards, coiled and uncut).*The second set of pouches, under the first fold, hold a series of different style implements: Surgical #10 blade scalpels, Bone saws, Rib spreaders, and an assortment of picks and needles.*In the same section, but separated by a divider, are various cooking knifes in the same stainless steel variety: 11" Chefs knife, 5 Pairing knives, 8" Santoku knife, 6" Cleaver, 9" Fillet knife, and a wet stone kit for fine honing.*Directly underneath the fold holding the implements are 4 full length white towels, and a set of clear plastic coveralls, a box of nitril blue gloves (50 hypo allergenic gloves), and 3 sets of clear safety goggles." (Allende)
Here's my story based on the above list:
"Johnathan Davis, a cool collected man. He always knew exactly what he wanted from life, and in turn he always got it. Just ask anyone, anyone that was close to him. If you can find anyone that is, Johnanthan kept his privet life pretty well privet, and only his colleges and business acquaintances even knew that much about him. Every day at work Janious, the sectary of sorts, saw Johnathan walk by to his office. Always in a cold black suit matching his short cut dark hair. He wore glasses, though they did not talk away from his sharp devil physic.
Why Johnathan could make and break hearts without saying a single word, it was just in his nature whether or not he was even aware. All the female work associates in Stackbrooks Hall had fancied him at one point or another, but Johnathan was never one to mingle at special occasions that included those at work.
"Another woman missing" the headlining news report, blared from an old cheap TV at the Tankhold Diner. The blond waitress watched as she poured coffee into some old geezers mug. "You'd better keep an eye out Lucy, pretty young girls like you are always targets..." Lucy's boss said from the smoky kitchen. "They never find those snatched girls, on the news today, tomorrow no one will even remember. Sad. But that's just how it goes..." the older woman said as she emerged out of the kitchen. "Don't worry about me Katy, after today I told you; I'm paying my scum father a visit in his big company coffee to tell him what I should have told him years ago. Then... I'm packing up and heading to Kentucky, I'm going to stay with my sister for a while. Until I can get my life straighten out"
Around 8:00 PM that night Lucy set off to do just that, but she decided to pack first and just have everything ready in the car. So she could pay that visit she owed and leave out right after. That little old blue car of hers was packed to the rim with all the trinkets of a decent, single 25 year old leading a modest life: A small TV, and lamp some cloths a powder blue bathroom rug.
As she left her apartment on West Inn Ave, for the last time she had promised her good friend and now ex boss that she would call her once she was on the road. Just to let her know everything was alright... Lucy didn't have many people that cared about her in her life, so a friend like that she would not forget.
It was a hot summer night, but Lucy felt cold as ice when she saw her father's building towering above her. She got out the car regardless, powered by anger and hatred for the hell he had made her life. I won't go into the details, but I will say just looking at how she was living compared to him, was just one of many valid reasons.
Pulling into the parking guarded she got out, and made her way to the elevator. Inside the building it seemed the part she was in was partly closed off for construction improvements, and the addition of a new marble floor. The second elevator was out of service so she was forced to take the stairs. It takes a lot of motivation to walk or even want to walk up seven flights of stairs, just to give a piece of your mind to someone.
On the second flight...Lucy felt like she was being watched and it burned into the back of her mind as she went on. She went slower hearing watch she thought where footsteps, though she saw no one. However that eerie feeling was unshakable. Looking back again, she turned to continue and she was relieved seeing the dapper Mr. Davis warmly smile and pass her by. He turned and said, "I don't mean to sound rude, but you have beautiful eyes" she smiled and went on her way.
At the top of the stairs, she had finally made it. Lucy took a deep breath and was bracing herself for what she had came there for. But upon entering her father's office she only saw a sectary picking up the green and white papers off his desk. "Oh I'm sorry, Mr. Canvel is taken a sick weekend - If you like I can take down a message for you" the woman said dryly. "No... That's fine." Lucy said examining her thoughts. She was almost relieved that she would not have to face him just then, and had an offbeat happy notion that perhaps he would just die from whatever sickness. And she would not have to ever deal with him again, and he could no longer hurt her.
Lucy returned down the concrete stairwell, though this time it felt less dense and not as creepy. Back at the car park, she could make out something off on her windshield as she got closer she realized it was a rose, that was as alien as a tip at the Diner. She removed it carefully, and looked at it searching for a note that would say it was meant for someone else: there was nothing, just a red rose. Lucy felt around in her purse for her car keys and as she did a tall dark figure grabbed her from behind. She fought and tried to scream, but the man over powered her and even with the kicking and scratching she was helpless. He put some sort of odd looking white cloth over her face, and all went black.
Lucy could hear a car motor in her sleep, but like a living nightmare she could not awake. Cold footsteps... That's all that could be heard after it all stopped. The back of a tall man could be seen in the dark guard, opening what appeared to be a clear plastic container. He pulled out a blank oil canvas, and all the dressings an artist keeps; paints, brushes etc.
Among the other odd articles of tools and items, he also pulled out a black nylon cord, the man in the long sleeve white shirt wrapped it around his hand. And set the canvas and brushes in a row neatly on a stand on the side of the room. He then opened a carved out compartment in the concert floor. Revealing a wooden crate, which he then picked up with a bit of strange and placed it behind the canvas.
He put on a pair of blue gloves he had in his right pocket, and turned on an oddly made light that was strapped to the stand, which held the canvas. Mr. Davis face was reveled from the shadows. The horis light cast horizontal lines across his flawless cold face, he opened the crate. Inside a mangled Lucy Canvel, was laying bound inside... She was still alive, but only just. She moaned in fear at the sight of him. He leaned in and set her sitting up inside the large crate, he took the abused rose that was wrapped in the cord that bound her and placed it on her chest.
Brushing her hair back, in an almost reassuring manner, his gentle hand was meant to sooth. He then took the nylon cord from around his knuckles and strangled her without mercy. A young beautiful woman, with worlds of life ahead of her: Dead, at the hands of Johnathan Davis.
Johnathan, unflinching took up a stool from behind his black Mercedes and set in front of the blank canvas. And began to paint his lovely blue victim in all her splinter.
The night wore on, the city kept thriving and poor little Lucy was gone without as much as a prayer. No one would miss her, other than her old boss and a worried sister who would never know what happened to her. -Could she have run away? No how could someone runaway, from the place they were about to run away too? The police in Kentucky, unfortunately hadn't a clue as to her where abouts in the coming months.
-As Johnathan finished his beautiful eyed work of art, he placed the canvas in yet another plastic container... Holding many similar works, of other girls. He was the modern day Dracula, that under a cool smile terrorized the city. The monster."
Required class questions:
"Feel free to add to the lists to show how they have inspired you."
Reading over the list, I instantly imaged what type of person Johnathan was. A cool smart guy, the psychopathic killer preferences came from the item list... The containers and odd tools just to me released what Mr. Davis true occupation was: a killer. Everything else I literally made up as I went along. I'm fairly happy with it, and think the list and story made a pretty good match - actually would make a great comic book or movie, I think.
"Pick items from the list that seemed to stand out and explain why."
The things like cord, and crates... To me seemed like more than just an artist was using them.
"Help the writer of the list see those items from many angles."
Of course another take on this item list and character could be a humble artist, who wouldn't hurt anyone. Really it's just how you see it, or how you allow yourself to see it. To tell you the truth I could probably use this same asset list and character name and come up with 100 completely different short stories. Anyone can, just have to know how to use the old imagination, and put it to words!"(Jimerson)
Bibliography
Jessica Jimerson. (2011). Short Story 2-2. ENG421 Creative Writing: Wk2 Discussion, It's All in the Details. Westwood College. Page 2/2.
Christopher Allende. (2011). Asset List 1. ENG421 Creative Writing: Wk2 Discussion, It's All in the Details. Westwood College. Page 1/1.
In Creative Writing class, there was a class discussion that called for everyone to come up with the name of a character, and a short descriptive asset list of ten items. After that everyone in class had to pick two their students asset list (and their character), to write a short story based off it. Basically using the asset list to get inspiration from to come up with something all new! I thought this assignment was a lot of fun so I've posted the two asset list and stories I wrote from them below:
Here's the second asset list by Christopher Allende:
"The Character I will be working with is a new character that i will be exploring. His name is Johnathan Davis (this is still pending, but I wanted something that sounded common and unremarkable), and he is an individual with some scrupulous morals and a deranged sense of nobility. The object of my choosing is a storage crate.
*The Crate is hidden in a basement that was carved out under his garage, and is clean and devoid of markings (even the simple scuffs of wear and tear are nowhere to be seen).*It is a clear crate and is made of some manner of plastic that is resilient to acid burns.*The lid seals with two folding clasps on either end and is not locked.*Inside the crate there is a liner that is laid in and is of a black material that resembles oiled canvas.*Upon pulling back the canvas there are a set of tools and items each pocketed neatly in the various pockets sewn into this canvas liner.*All the metallic tools are a high polished stainless steel devoid of dents and imperfections of any kind.*The First section of pockets hold items: Rope (black nylon chord), plastic sheeting (50 yards neatly packed, and non-reusable), Surgical Tubing (3 yards, coiled and uncut).*The second set of pouches, under the first fold, hold a series of different style implements: Surgical #10 blade scalpels, Bone saws, Rib spreaders, and an assortment of picks and needles.*In the same section, but separated by a divider, are various cooking knifes in the same stainless steel variety: 11" Chefs knife, 5 Pairing knives, 8" Santoku knife, 6" Cleaver, 9" Fillet knife, and a wet stone kit for fine honing.*Directly underneath the fold holding the implements are 4 full length white towels, and a set of clear plastic coveralls, a box of nitril blue gloves (50 hypo allergenic gloves), and 3 sets of clear safety goggles." (Allende)
Here's my story based on the above list:
"Johnathan Davis, a cool collected man. He always knew exactly what he wanted from life, and in turn he always got it. Just ask anyone, anyone that was close to him. If you can find anyone that is, Johnanthan kept his privet life pretty well privet, and only his colleges and business acquaintances even knew that much about him. Every day at work Janious, the sectary of sorts, saw Johnathan walk by to his office. Always in a cold black suit matching his short cut dark hair. He wore glasses, though they did not talk away from his sharp devil physic.
Why Johnathan could make and break hearts without saying a single word, it was just in his nature whether or not he was even aware. All the female work associates in Stackbrooks Hall had fancied him at one point or another, but Johnathan was never one to mingle at special occasions that included those at work.
"Another woman missing" the headlining news report, blared from an old cheap TV at the Tankhold Diner. The blond waitress watched as she poured coffee into some old geezers mug. "You'd better keep an eye out Lucy, pretty young girls like you are always targets..." Lucy's boss said from the smoky kitchen. "They never find those snatched girls, on the news today, tomorrow no one will even remember. Sad. But that's just how it goes..." the older woman said as she emerged out of the kitchen. "Don't worry about me Katy, after today I told you; I'm paying my scum father a visit in his big company coffee to tell him what I should have told him years ago. Then... I'm packing up and heading to Kentucky, I'm going to stay with my sister for a while. Until I can get my life straighten out"
Around 8:00 PM that night Lucy set off to do just that, but she decided to pack first and just have everything ready in the car. So she could pay that visit she owed and leave out right after. That little old blue car of hers was packed to the rim with all the trinkets of a decent, single 25 year old leading a modest life: A small TV, and lamp some cloths a powder blue bathroom rug.
As she left her apartment on West Inn Ave, for the last time she had promised her good friend and now ex boss that she would call her once she was on the road. Just to let her know everything was alright... Lucy didn't have many people that cared about her in her life, so a friend like that she would not forget.
It was a hot summer night, but Lucy felt cold as ice when she saw her father's building towering above her. She got out the car regardless, powered by anger and hatred for the hell he had made her life. I won't go into the details, but I will say just looking at how she was living compared to him, was just one of many valid reasons.
Pulling into the parking guarded she got out, and made her way to the elevator. Inside the building it seemed the part she was in was partly closed off for construction improvements, and the addition of a new marble floor. The second elevator was out of service so she was forced to take the stairs. It takes a lot of motivation to walk or even want to walk up seven flights of stairs, just to give a piece of your mind to someone.
On the second flight...Lucy felt like she was being watched and it burned into the back of her mind as she went on. She went slower hearing watch she thought where footsteps, though she saw no one. However that eerie feeling was unshakable. Looking back again, she turned to continue and she was relieved seeing the dapper Mr. Davis warmly smile and pass her by. He turned and said, "I don't mean to sound rude, but you have beautiful eyes" she smiled and went on her way.
At the top of the stairs, she had finally made it. Lucy took a deep breath and was bracing herself for what she had came there for. But upon entering her father's office she only saw a sectary picking up the green and white papers off his desk. "Oh I'm sorry, Mr. Canvel is taken a sick weekend - If you like I can take down a message for you" the woman said dryly. "No... That's fine." Lucy said examining her thoughts. She was almost relieved that she would not have to face him just then, and had an offbeat happy notion that perhaps he would just die from whatever sickness. And she would not have to ever deal with him again, and he could no longer hurt her.
Lucy returned down the concrete stairwell, though this time it felt less dense and not as creepy. Back at the car park, she could make out something off on her windshield as she got closer she realized it was a rose, that was as alien as a tip at the Diner. She removed it carefully, and looked at it searching for a note that would say it was meant for someone else: there was nothing, just a red rose. Lucy felt around in her purse for her car keys and as she did a tall dark figure grabbed her from behind. She fought and tried to scream, but the man over powered her and even with the kicking and scratching she was helpless. He put some sort of odd looking white cloth over her face, and all went black.
Lucy could hear a car motor in her sleep, but like a living nightmare she could not awake. Cold footsteps... That's all that could be heard after it all stopped. The back of a tall man could be seen in the dark guard, opening what appeared to be a clear plastic container. He pulled out a blank oil canvas, and all the dressings an artist keeps; paints, brushes etc.
Among the other odd articles of tools and items, he also pulled out a black nylon cord, the man in the long sleeve white shirt wrapped it around his hand. And set the canvas and brushes in a row neatly on a stand on the side of the room. He then opened a carved out compartment in the concert floor. Revealing a wooden crate, which he then picked up with a bit of strange and placed it behind the canvas.
He put on a pair of blue gloves he had in his right pocket, and turned on an oddly made light that was strapped to the stand, which held the canvas. Mr. Davis face was reveled from the shadows. The horis light cast horizontal lines across his flawless cold face, he opened the crate. Inside a mangled Lucy Canvel, was laying bound inside... She was still alive, but only just. She moaned in fear at the sight of him. He leaned in and set her sitting up inside the large crate, he took the abused rose that was wrapped in the cord that bound her and placed it on her chest.
Brushing her hair back, in an almost reassuring manner, his gentle hand was meant to sooth. He then took the nylon cord from around his knuckles and strangled her without mercy. A young beautiful woman, with worlds of life ahead of her: Dead, at the hands of Johnathan Davis.
Johnathan, unflinching took up a stool from behind his black Mercedes and set in front of the blank canvas. And began to paint his lovely blue victim in all her splinter.
The night wore on, the city kept thriving and poor little Lucy was gone without as much as a prayer. No one would miss her, other than her old boss and a worried sister who would never know what happened to her. -Could she have run away? No how could someone runaway, from the place they were about to run away too? The police in Kentucky, unfortunately hadn't a clue as to her where abouts in the coming months.
-As Johnathan finished his beautiful eyed work of art, he placed the canvas in yet another plastic container... Holding many similar works, of other girls. He was the modern day Dracula, that under a cool smile terrorized the city. The monster."
Required class questions:
"Feel free to add to the lists to show how they have inspired you."
Reading over the list, I instantly imaged what type of person Johnathan was. A cool smart guy, the psychopathic killer preferences came from the item list... The containers and odd tools just to me released what Mr. Davis true occupation was: a killer. Everything else I literally made up as I went along. I'm fairly happy with it, and think the list and story made a pretty good match - actually would make a great comic book or movie, I think.
"Pick items from the list that seemed to stand out and explain why."
The things like cord, and crates... To me seemed like more than just an artist was using them.
"Help the writer of the list see those items from many angles."
Of course another take on this item list and character could be a humble artist, who wouldn't hurt anyone. Really it's just how you see it, or how you allow yourself to see it. To tell you the truth I could probably use this same asset list and character name and come up with 100 completely different short stories. Anyone can, just have to know how to use the old imagination, and put it to words!"(Jimerson)
Bibliography
Jessica Jimerson. (2011). Short Story 2-2. ENG421 Creative Writing: Wk2 Discussion, It's All in the Details. Westwood College. Page 2/2.
Christopher Allende. (2011). Asset List 1. ENG421 Creative Writing: Wk2 Discussion, It's All in the Details. Westwood College. Page 1/1.
Asset List Story (Part 1)
Back in week 2 of my Creative Writing class in college, there was a class discion that called for everyone to come up with the name of a character and a short descriptive asset list of ten items. After that everyone in class had to pick two their students asset list (and their character), to write a short story based off it. Basically using the asset list to get inspiration from to come up with something all new! I thought this assignment was a lot of fun so I've posted the two asset list and stories I wrote from them below:
Asset list one by Jennifer Mcleod:
"Tyler is interested in building specially designed robots that are used in the entertainment industry with his father. His desk in his father's shop is littered with many components he uses to build his very first robot.
nuts and bolts- all different sizes; some are shiny, some are rusted
wires- different colors, some are longer than others
schematics- factory made with his alterations on them;a few water and tea stains; older model robot plans
pen- black coating worn away from prolonged use; ink's almost gone
notepad- ideas and notes; drawings on several pages; flipped open to one page with hand drawn schematics with notes in the margins
stack of books- books on programming, metalworking, and machinery
tools- various tools used to work with wiring and metal
tubing- a flexible plastic type tubing used to cover wires and add flexibility
metal plating- eventually this will be a fully operable robot; buffed and polished to a shiny finish
various circuit boards- each of these will control various aspects of the completed robot; all shapes and sizes; most look a bit used and warn" (Mcleod)
Here's my story based on the above list (note I changed the characters name from Tyler to Steven for this blog, upon Jennifer's request):
"Dusty mornings on the dock, were always a welcomed sight in the eyes of young Steven. Every day he and his father Jack went out to greet first mornings light on it, looking off at the sun as it if were a fresh start of life with every new rise. Of course his mother wasn't as forth coming about it, she often fussed about how she wanted them to eat their breakfast before going out. But she knew it was a special sort of bonding time between them... She didn't want to break up knowing how little time they would have together.
"Dad" Steven said with the sweet morning light glistening in his innocent blue eyes. "Yes son..." his father replayed "When I grow up I want to be an inventor" the boy said. Steven could see a slight amount of shock behind his father's eyes, following from a boy who loved racing cars so much. Holding back an air of sadness quickly following the surprised feeling "Whatever you want to do, I am here for you. I would be honored if you were to take up my line of work" he half smiled. The boy set down feet dangling above the crystal green water below, he looked back to the sun which was almost finished rising. It started to fill the air with much welcomed warmth.
Fifth teen years later.
Steven a now strong young laid, picked up some tools and headed for shop. He had a picture of his mother and father above a tool organizer on the wall, to the right of a Naas Car poster and note pad. "They never thought I would beat the cancer and live my dream" he thought to himself quietly. He was reminded of this often, but not in a bitter way, he remembered it as a journey in which he made his parents proud.
Steven picked up the different sized wires and started to connect them, wrapping them all into a super role and putting them inside a hollow tube casing. A loud thud echoed to his ears from the other side of the room. He bumped his head sitting up to see where it came from. "Michael!" Steven said in an aggravated tone. His loyal yet equally rowty cat, knocked over a large stack of books on programming, and machinery. Steven sighed and picked up a tattered circuit board, and began to connect the metal plating that had seemed to have been, bent. Michael undoubtedly had gotten to it...
After a few hours, Steven backed away and with a proud smile he greeted his new creation into the world. The Autosymaticexasprator! Or... The lift, for short. It was a programmable lift that attached to actors, with strings giving them the ability on the silver screen to look as though they could fly. Now something similar already existed but it was powered by pulleys with other people on the other end of the rope, having to pick up a person and place them from A to Z. This baby could not only do that, but it could be programmed to move in sequence. There was a director in particular Steven knew would just kill to have this commodity. Of course it was only a model, there were still a few nuts and bolts that needed to be inter changed with shiny ones (Steven's supply of new bolts was always, in short supply)." (Jimerson)
Bibliography
Jessica Jimerson. (2011). Short Story 2-2. ENG421 Creative Writing: Wk2 Discussion, It's All in the Details. Westwood College. Page 2/2.
Jennifer Mcleod. (2011). Asset List 1. ENG421 Creative Writing: Wk2 Discussion, It's All in the Details. Westwood College. Page 1/1.
Asset list one by Jennifer Mcleod:
"Tyler is interested in building specially designed robots that are used in the entertainment industry with his father. His desk in his father's shop is littered with many components he uses to build his very first robot.
nuts and bolts- all different sizes; some are shiny, some are rusted
wires- different colors, some are longer than others
schematics- factory made with his alterations on them;a few water and tea stains; older model robot plans
pen- black coating worn away from prolonged use; ink's almost gone
notepad- ideas and notes; drawings on several pages; flipped open to one page with hand drawn schematics with notes in the margins
stack of books- books on programming, metalworking, and machinery
tools- various tools used to work with wiring and metal
tubing- a flexible plastic type tubing used to cover wires and add flexibility
metal plating- eventually this will be a fully operable robot; buffed and polished to a shiny finish
various circuit boards- each of these will control various aspects of the completed robot; all shapes and sizes; most look a bit used and warn" (Mcleod)
Here's my story based on the above list (note I changed the characters name from Tyler to Steven for this blog, upon Jennifer's request):
"Dusty mornings on the dock, were always a welcomed sight in the eyes of young Steven. Every day he and his father Jack went out to greet first mornings light on it, looking off at the sun as it if were a fresh start of life with every new rise. Of course his mother wasn't as forth coming about it, she often fussed about how she wanted them to eat their breakfast before going out. But she knew it was a special sort of bonding time between them... She didn't want to break up knowing how little time they would have together.
"Dad" Steven said with the sweet morning light glistening in his innocent blue eyes. "Yes son..." his father replayed "When I grow up I want to be an inventor" the boy said. Steven could see a slight amount of shock behind his father's eyes, following from a boy who loved racing cars so much. Holding back an air of sadness quickly following the surprised feeling "Whatever you want to do, I am here for you. I would be honored if you were to take up my line of work" he half smiled. The boy set down feet dangling above the crystal green water below, he looked back to the sun which was almost finished rising. It started to fill the air with much welcomed warmth.
Fifth teen years later.
Steven a now strong young laid, picked up some tools and headed for shop. He had a picture of his mother and father above a tool organizer on the wall, to the right of a Naas Car poster and note pad. "They never thought I would beat the cancer and live my dream" he thought to himself quietly. He was reminded of this often, but not in a bitter way, he remembered it as a journey in which he made his parents proud.
Steven picked up the different sized wires and started to connect them, wrapping them all into a super role and putting them inside a hollow tube casing. A loud thud echoed to his ears from the other side of the room. He bumped his head sitting up to see where it came from. "Michael!" Steven said in an aggravated tone. His loyal yet equally rowty cat, knocked over a large stack of books on programming, and machinery. Steven sighed and picked up a tattered circuit board, and began to connect the metal plating that had seemed to have been, bent. Michael undoubtedly had gotten to it...
After a few hours, Steven backed away and with a proud smile he greeted his new creation into the world. The Autosymaticexasprator! Or... The lift, for short. It was a programmable lift that attached to actors, with strings giving them the ability on the silver screen to look as though they could fly. Now something similar already existed but it was powered by pulleys with other people on the other end of the rope, having to pick up a person and place them from A to Z. This baby could not only do that, but it could be programmed to move in sequence. There was a director in particular Steven knew would just kill to have this commodity. Of course it was only a model, there were still a few nuts and bolts that needed to be inter changed with shiny ones (Steven's supply of new bolts was always, in short supply)." (Jimerson)
Bibliography
Jessica Jimerson. (2011). Short Story 2-2. ENG421 Creative Writing: Wk2 Discussion, It's All in the Details. Westwood College. Page 2/2.
Jennifer Mcleod. (2011). Asset List 1. ENG421 Creative Writing: Wk2 Discussion, It's All in the Details. Westwood College. Page 1/1.
Monday, January 18, 2010
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