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Friday, 23 October 2009
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Oh School, why must you waste my time.
I've reached the point where I no longer gain anything from going to class. That is, my school has taught me everything they can, but that won't stop them from milking more money out of me. I have Advanced Prototyping, which is where I build a game with a team of people, and the game is alright, it's nothing special, and not at all my style, but still, it's alright. Here's a demo.
Also, I have Advanced Animation, which would be benificial if I wanted to be an animator, but I don't. Our final project in that class is to animate a 2 minute story, but I convinced the instructor to let me do the cinematics for our game in prototyping, because honestly, if my animations for any of my stories looked anything less than the quality of Square-Enix, then I would not be satisfied.
Lastly, I have Career Development, which is a joke class that costs way more than it should. A complete list of assignments for the entire course are as follows: A resume, a cover letter, a reference sheet, and a mock interview. I had 3 out of 4 done before I even walked in the classroom.
So, I have been neglecting to do some of the work required by my classes to instead work on stuff that will actually get me a job. If you play the game demo there, you'll see that nothing is graphically impressive about that game, and nothing in that game that I made or worked on can I use in a portfolio, aside from the game itself. Right now, I'm reworking my model of Ellie,
(that girl)
And as soon as I get that done (it's taking longer than it should, due to the school forgetting to reactivate our 3d.sk account), I'm going to actually work on an environment again. It's been a while.
Tuesday, 20 October 2009
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Never Put Me in Charge
The other day we had a group exercise in my career development class. The exercise was this: It was the nuclear apocalypse, and we had a fallout shelter. Besides our group, we had to pick 6 out of 10 people to allow to stay in our shelter for 6 months, the rest had to die. The teacher organized our groups based on our major, so the Game Art students got grouped with me (there were only 3 other ones), the rest of the class was pretty much fashion, fashion marketing, and interior design (read airheads with rich parents (actually some interior design students are cool)). Here's the list of people and the information:
1. Bookkeeper; 31 years old
2. His wife; six months pregnant
3. Black militant; 2nd year college student
4. Famous historian-author; 42 years old
5. Hollywood star, young, bright
6. Former prostitute; "retired" for 4 years
7. Rabbi; 44 years old
8. Olympic athlete; all sports
9. Architect; homosexual
10. Police Officer with gun (they cannot be separated)
Now, the point of this exercise was to simulate how employers form biases on titles and hire on very limited information. All the other groups made morally sound decisions that, in my opinion, were dumb, like, saving the pregnant lady, and killing the cop because he had a weapon. We had to select a group member to go up and explain our group's decisions, and my explaination went a little like this:
"First off, we killed the pregnant lady, because a baby would just be another person, and a crying baby in a cramped fallout shelter with no diapers? No. So obviously we had to also kill the bookkeeper, because all he'd do is bitch about how we killed his wife and unborn kid. Next, we killed the Rabbi, because I'm pretty sure our food supply isn't kosher. Also, we killed the prostitute, because I'm sure there's a reason she's retired.
We didn't kill the athlete because.. well, anyone that competes in ALL of the Olympic sports is a god damn legend! We kept the Architect, because he's probably gonna build pillow forts or something, and that'll keep us entertained. We kept the police officer, because his gun is apparently infused into his hand, so it's pretty obvious that he's Robocop, and if we said no to Robocop, that wouldn't have panned out well for us. Everyone else, eh, they got lucky."
All I'm saying is, I'm not killing Robocop.
Monday, 28 September 2009
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KILL IT WITH FIRE!
Well, it's been in denial for a while, but lets be honest. My Xanga is dead. It's not you, it's me.... well, it's a little bit you... it always is in this sort of relationship. It has mostly to do with me being insanely busy with school, but a little bit of me not exactly liking the direction the xanga community is headed. The drama used to be funny in small doses, but that's all Xanga is now. Anyway, I'm gonna keep doing what I'm doing, and I'm certainly not disappearing from the internets, you can find me on facebook and deviantart, both usernames are the same as they are here.
So, talk to you later, all 6 of you that still actually read this.
http://www.facebook.com/DrugInducedDuck
http://druginducedduck.deviantart.com/
Monday, 21 September 2009
Saturday, 19 September 2009
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Progress!
Now for the body...
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