It's been so long since I last have seen this blog; it's like a dumpster. This thing really needs a visual re-haul, I'll start working on that when I have the time.
Update: I tweaked a lot of how it looks, and I daresay it seems almost not shit. I'll probably change it some more later on, but I'm happy with how it looks for now.
Anyways.
The Hellscape (literally)
R&D
I typically find it hard to pay attention during lectures and presentations, but as this assignment was being explained to us, my focus was drawn to when Ms. Stoklosa mentioned the most common type of submission; a person giving birth.
It was like hearing about a case of mass hysteria. You think to yourself, "Pssh, that can't be true... I mean, that wouldn't happen to me.." Except it did happen, and to many 'you's and 'yourself's, apparently. Too many.
And while I wasn't one of those godless heathens, their depravity did inspire me. I thought that a hospital setting would be interesting, though despite the ideas I had being captivating, they were arguably worse. Thankfully, this was a group assignment, so my initial premise of a patient having a lightbulb removed from their.. lower digestive cavity.. was swiftly shot down. Julia really saved the project before it even started.
We eventually settled on a dying patient being rushed into the hospital, and while the premise was solid, it just didn't have anything to leave listeners aside from grieving the minute of their life they had just wasted. And so, a prophetic, or demonic, vision came to us; Hell. Thanks, King James.
Foley
This project was a little bit doomed from the jump. I was mentally drained from the silly little situation of being outed to my mom not even twenty minutes after teams were assigned, and aside from that I was busy every weeknight and going out of town that weekend. Needless to say, I was mentally taxed and just wanted to sleep for a decade. In hindsight it would've taken twenty minutes maximum and I totally could've managed it, but no one likes a know-it-all.
I did end up waiting until I got home (in other words a day before it was due), but on the bright side, the TV studio has tons of random shit you can push and clank around to make cart noises, wind, and demonic chains. Hooray!
The Execution
I've never understood why people like to smoke cigarettes. That is, until I started editing. I could blow through a whole pack of Marlboros in the time it takes Premiere to boot up. Except I didn't use Premiere this time--I used Audition.
"Wait, what?! Mesto, why would you use Adobe Audition?"
I'm so glad you asked. With Adobe Audition, you can "easily record, edit, and clean up audio content with multitrack, waveform, and spectral frequency displays." What a lovely sentence. In English, that means it has a handful of features for audio that aren't on Premiere, however the way effects are applied is incredibly stupid. You could honestly make a solid case against it, but I think it's worth it despite the hassle of learning a new software. And at the end of the day, I'm not the one paying for this shit.
And so, with a pep in my step and a self-righteous stick up my ass for being the only person to use Audition, I set out on audio mixing. It took somewhere between twelve minutes and eight hours to complete. I was too out of it for a more exact estimate, but by the time I finished sea levels had risen 10%.
I think the final product was alright. The hospital scenes are a bit iffy, and they feel wayyyy too empty. I had chatter in the background that appeared/disappeared as the cart moved down the hallway, but Mateo, and other test subjects, told me it made it seem more like a train station or airport. But maybe he was trying to sabotage me..
At any rate, the project was submitted. The crickets were singing, the moon glimmering, and my spirit healing. And then I passed out.
