tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9691411817871943782024-03-12T20:53:32.699-07:00Harold CoddA blog where i write about things about movies and about videogames IF YOU ARE LUCKYDownystramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05041829102856337195noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969141181787194378.post-46771855451389757692011-11-27T03:11:00.000-08:002011-11-27T03:11:17.697-08:00My RoleI was given the role of sound engineer and tasked with maintaining appropriate sound levels for presenters/guests and also queuing in different sound bytes and the sound for any video clips that would play. Luckily i have been in this role many times already so i have some experience and can jump straight into the role without much assistance.<br />
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<u> <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Equipment I Used</span></b></u><br />
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The main piece of equipment i used was a mixing desk to maintain the sound levels the image above represents pretty much what i was working with. I used the sliders along the bottom of the device to raise and lower the sound levels and the sliders on the far right to make sure people in the studio/gallery could hear what i heard.Downystramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05041829102856337195noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969141181787194378.post-51065345365240233112011-09-26T04:23:00.001-07:002011-09-26T04:23:26.049-07:00ForgotI forgot about this blog <br />
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Might aswell start updating it again!Downystramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05041829102856337195noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969141181787194378.post-60185529391535984832010-10-25T06:02:00.001-07:002010-10-25T06:02:27.946-07:00Oh my god<object height="385" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/euv0Lok_1j4?fs=1&hl=en_GB"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/euv0Lok_1j4?fs=1&hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br />
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The people who commented on this video are so stupid its funny.Downystramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05041829102856337195noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969141181787194378.post-48861377152357738842010-10-20T13:00:00.000-07:002010-10-20T13:00:25.276-07:00The Misadventures of Briar and Masterson<object height="385" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FORhSeDjhqo?fs=1&hl=en_GB"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FORhSeDjhqo?fs=1&hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br />
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This is what a typical british person does every day. Be sure to check out the other 2 episodes i find them really funny!Downystramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05041829102856337195noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969141181787194378.post-32531365414880864442010-10-17T17:40:00.000-07:002010-10-17T17:40:55.846-07:00MoviesAs i media student i have to take into account all of my favorite movies one of my favorites being The Running Man. Even though this is a bad movie it will still be one my favorites SO FOLLOWERS I ASK YOU THE MOST IMPORTANT QUESTION YOU HAVE EVER BEEN ASKED WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE MOVIE????Downystramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05041829102856337195noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969141181787194378.post-13978321730161071272010-10-16T15:33:00.000-07:002010-10-16T15:33:15.711-07:00Retsupurae<a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/retsupurae">http://www.youtube.com/user/retsupurae</a><br />
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If no one has seen any of their videos already you should all check out Retsupurae. Basically what they do is make fun of bad lets plays and really bad flash games and it overall makes for some funny videos!Downystramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05041829102856337195noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969141181787194378.post-91974495661799707562010-10-16T03:25:00.000-07:002010-10-16T03:25:27.719-07:00Resident evil: AfterlifeSo i watched this film yesterday and to be honest i was quite impressed. The main reason i liked this film was because the actor playing wesker did really well in his role but they still make the mistake of making wesker have a BRITISH accent when he is supposed to be AMERICAN. The film introduces what is clearly the uroboros virus from resi 5 but does not mention it at all throughtout the movie as it just sort of appears. The wesker fight at the end of the film is an almost exact match of one of the cutscenes from the game which made a little happy inside to see that someone who was working on this movie knew something about the games.<br />
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Overall i think i would give this film a 6/10 because they still need to improve upon mistakes made in previous films such as people having psychic powers and alice being cloned? but the rest of the flim was very well shot and the actors played their parts very well.Downystramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05041829102856337195noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969141181787194378.post-74497606313405973942010-10-14T12:41:00.000-07:002010-10-14T12:44:52.920-07:00Amazing. i laughed HARD<object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RYCT77YNHsk?fs=1&hl=en_GB"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RYCT77YNHsk?fs=1&hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Downystramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05041829102856337195noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969141181787194378.post-47178934861705436892010-10-14T09:46:00.000-07:002010-10-14T09:46:12.620-07:00A short story i wrote a while backps:I got a DISTINCTION for this work. I have no idea how it was a collaboration between 4chan and the forums i go to<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">The house stood at the end of the street looming over the rest of the homes. Its small windows and door only making the overall building appear larger then what it really was. The townsfolk where foaming at the mouth about how the house was ‘Cursed’ but I didn’t see what all the fuss was about. My name is<span> </span>Roger bell and I’m here to clean up this house so I can sell it to some money machine. A job, which is difficult to say the least, as I am wheelchair bound.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span> </span>I rolled up to the house and slowly opened the door revealing a long hallway that split into multiple rooms and ended at some stairs. Most of the rooms where empty and did not need any work on my part but one room in particular caught my eye. It was a large room with everything from the wallpaper to the furniture decorated in red. Suddenly a radio in the corner of the room turned on and started playing fairground music which kept looping over and over. The melody was having a strange effect on me, it was making me <i>remember. </i>The memories where horrible. I was at the fairground and the seatbelt snapped on the bumper cars. I fell out and my legs got crushed. The memories seemed so real, like I could feel the pain I had experienced that day.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">I thrashed out at the radio and hit it causing it to break<span> </span>into several pieces. As the music faded away I could have sworn I heard someone laughing. Laughing at the fact that I couldn’t just run away, that I couldn’t get up and turn the radio off, that I couldn’t chase after the laughter and stop it.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span> </span>I managed to calm myself down but still felt uneasy. The radio had no<span> </span>batteries in it and wasn’t connected to any electrical outputs so how could it have turned on ? The colours of the house appeared to get brighter and brighter the more I became frightened so I tried my best to calm down. The colours eventually returned to normal as if I had taken something precious away from the house. The rest of the rooms upstairs were not particularly odd. Just a few cobwebs here and there and some dusty furniture, but nothing of interest. But while moving through the house I had a strange feeling that I was brought to this dwelling for a reason other than to do my job.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Luckily for me the stairs were more like a ramp and were easily manoeuvrable. One of the rooms caught my eye because to enter you had to pass through a large steel door. Inside the room there were pictures covering the walls of different people in a timeline. Each one ending with a picture of them inside this room. One specific row caught my eye. It was of a man in a wheelchair but there was a tear mark over his face. The picture that should have been at the end of the timeline was not there. The main difference to this image was that there<span> </span>was another parallel to it with each picture set in the same surroundings. In the parallel picture the man did not have a wheelchair and was surrounded by people who had also had their faces torn out. The setting in particular<span> </span>caught my eye and sent a shiver down my spine. It was a fairground, not just any fairground, but the place I had my accident! Suddenly the door slammed shut behind me. I scampered to the exit but I couldn’t open it. That’s when I realised, <i>I was out of my chair,</i> I was standing up! The laugh from earlier sounded behind me and I spun around to see that the pictures now had faces,<span> </span><i>my face</i>, then it all<span> </span>came back to me. I was never crippled. I could always walk; the people in the pictures were my friends. That’s when I realised all the timelines had parallel pictures next to them with the person injured in some way. Then it hit me. The house used its power to attract people to it. It then feed of their despair, trapping them in this room, the room I had become imprisoned in. Trapped in the very house I wished to sell but now the house would continue to claim its victims as long as it continued to exist.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 14pt;">The longer I sat in the room the brighter it became feeding on my despair and the despair of its other victims. The strange thing was that I wasn’t getting weaker but just getting more depressed. Finding all of this unbearable I began to doubt that anyone would ever notice that I was gone. They would never even acknowledge the fact that I may have died. All these thoughts running through my head, making sitting in the room unbearable. That’s when I noticed a revolver on the table with a single shell next to it. The house was offering me a way out. As if It knew that If I accepted its gift it would be winning. I desperately tried to ignore it but to no avail.<span> </span>Over the course of a few hours more and more weapons and objects appeared. Items which could be used to end my life. As the offers grew more and more frequent I began to realise that the only way out way to accept the houses grizzly offer, but what would be the outcome of this. Would not accepting the offer and dying slowly still have the same outcome as killing myself? Has the demonic presence in the house already won? The more I think about the more I feel that all hope is lost which makes the room glow brighter as if<span> </span>it was agreeing with me. So I decide to end it all. I pick up the revolver, slide the shell into the chamber and pull my finger down hard on the trigger. I feel at peace now, I am happy, I am free. </span></div>Downystramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05041829102856337195noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969141181787194378.post-23417075246377823652010-10-13T17:37:00.000-07:002010-10-13T17:37:10.910-07:00SOMETHING HAPPENING TO A BRITISH PERSONYes all you americans out there i am going to reveal what is happening to a british person and 1 in the morning RIIIIIGHT NOOOOOW<br />
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Some art of me playing videogames by a friend!Downystramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05041829102856337195noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969141181787194378.post-40199196794535935502010-10-13T14:53:00.000-07:002010-10-13T14:56:13.483-07:00Science mueaseam?!?!?!? cant spellSo today i went to the science mueseam up in central london it was pretty cool (I got a bit mad because they did not have a tesla coil) But they had this thing where you could write a comment with your name and they will put it on the science website! So in all caps in bright green i wrote <span style="color: lime;">THEY CALL IT THE SCIENE MUESEAM BECAUSE WHEN YOU SEE IT YOU TURN 360 DEGREES AND WALK AWAY. <span style="color: black;">I thought it was pretty good and i saw a few people laughing as i put it up on display.</span></span><br />
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