20 Forum Posts by "Johnkirk"
One more. I'll post more if anyone is interested. Here's hoping this one doesn't screw up.
Test Subject: a quarter pound of droppings from a White Tail Dear sighted in Belmont State Park on 6/30/12. An adult doe possibly aged 2-3 years old, approximately 100-120 lbs. A variety of tests will be performed on the droppings to garner more information about the DoeâEUTMs diet, and possible disease or other concerns within the deer population.
Test 1: Sequention Fluid Analysis: The deep red color of the fluid when added into the droppings indicates a high level of stress for the doe. Perhaps it was spotted the observation crew.
Test 2: Robuqin Rotary Test: The results indicate that the doe is in the early stages of pregnancy, perhaps explaining the high stress levels from Test 1.
Test 3: Contina Observation Method: Our observations that the high stress levels also come from a sense of pointless wandering and abandonment issues from the doe. This indicates a possibility that the doe may move south earlier than expected. Requesting information if whether or not the doe was tagged by the observation team for further study.
Test 4: Hyper-Litmus test: Strong signs are shown that the doe is having relationship troubles with the father of her fawn. Bucks are likely to breed with more than one female during the mating season, so this is unusual.
Test 5: Aura Forensic Examination: Source of conflict that occurred in test 4 confirmed. The buck prefers a Black Tailed Deer as its primary companion. The results showed dramatically high levels of betrayal and envy within the Doe. Note: Due to the emotional attachment of the research team, the doe will henceforth be referred to as Julie.
Test 6: Fecal Composition indicators: JulieâEUTMs diet is normal but it seems that she seems to be eating less than the average pregnant Doe, possibly in an attempt to win back the buckâEUTMs interest.
Test 7: Wineanam Test: Julie aspires to be more than just the average deer, she desires a sense of true happiness and not just an object used for breeding only. She hopes that her fawn will become one of the largest within their forest and become revered among the herd, but she is considering moving further south to achieve that goal. Research momentarily postponed until Dr. William composes himself.
Test 8: Further Diet Analysis: Upon geographical review of Belmont State Park, the grass in JulieâEUTMs Diet is a type only found south of the park itself, not within the park as the herd commonly grazes. Perhaps she is preparing to make a break for a new life? But maybe something is keeping her with the herd? Second thoughts perhaps? Tests will conclude for now until visual confirmation of Julie seen. If not already done so, Tagging and releasing Julie is recommended in order to learn of her decision. Another sample of droppings would also be preferred in order to confirm our results.
Final Analysis: Subject "Julie" is of relatively healthy stature for the standard White Tail, but further analysis of the herdâEUTMs migratory patterns will be in order. More observation of other deer in the area is needed and perhaps to confirm the presence of black tailed deer in the vicinity of the park.
Whoops. Screwed up the formatting. I've resposted it cleaning up the errors.
Exactly what part of my anatomy allows me to breathe fire? There are a bunch of little newts at the mouth of my cave and they certainly don't breathe fire. What gave me that power, in addition to being massive, and that whole flight thing? Just another of the many things I don't quite understand yet I guess. As a dragon, you aren't really given guidance in life. You hatch from your egg and you go from there. Life is normal until you discover, "Hey, when I sigh, stuff catches on fire. That's neat" and then you notice "Hey, I'm the biggest thing in the forest now" eventually you learn "hmm, that human was not happy to see me, maybe I should find a bit of a safe haven"and then you find a cave to call home.
Don't get me wrong and we travel around a bit. I did it a lot in my younger years and sometimes converse with other dragons I met. I've certainly met a few characters in my time. There was Dicter, who demanded that the nearby villages bring him a virgin twice a year. Does a virgin human taste different than a regular one? I never got to ask. I spent an evening with a dragon named Trachwant who slept on a pile of gold that would envy the richest of kingdoms. I even met a fellow, I think his name was Drwg, but he was more commonly referred to by the villagers as aaaaaaaaaahhhhh. I ran into him making a wreck of a little hamlet. No building was left uncrushed, no sheep left unobliterated, and no blade of grass left uncharred. I asked him "Why do you do this?" I never forgot his response. "Because it's what dragons are supposed to do, mate!" I continued my travels a bit concerned of my purpose. Then I met a very interesting dragon and split a cow with him. His name was Iachawr and he had a bit of a "deformity" you could say. His breath could heal! Instead of classic fire, his breath was white with hints of blue and it could bring life to dying forest, cure plague from villages, and save crops from failure. It was incredible and gave me some hope. "Maybe I don' have to be a homicidal maniac!" I thought. That was before I learned later that some human, dressed head to toe in a metal suit cut off poor Iachawr's head, wheeled it back to town in an ox cart, and received a hero's welcome in the town and was knighted by the local lord. At that point, I learned that people don't really ask if someone returns with a fresh kill "are you sure that wasn't a healing dragon, you ignorant bastard?" but rather "woo, dead dragon, let's feast!"
So I returned to my cave and pondered for some time. "What is my purpose? Is it to really be an instrument of destruction?" so I sat, and watched out of the opening to my cave, there rested a cow pasture, with a few houses next to it. A dirt road leads to a larger group of straw roofed houses. So I wondered, "What is the purpose of grass? Well, to feed the cows. What is the purpose of a cow? To feed, clothe, and work for the humans. So what is the purpose of a human? and that is where I got stuck. Humans are born, grow up, fall in love, make a few more humans, work in their trade, grow old and finally die, all in about a fraction of a lifespan of a dragon. All in all, it seems rather boring to be a human. But humans crave excitement. I see it in the village below regularly; they go into the larger village, play their drums and their fiddles in the dark and dance to the music till they can't dance anymore. Then they spend half their time in the field talking about the last festival and the other half anticipating the next festival. Then it hit me, perhaps I and my kind are their excitement. I made the mistake of stretching my wings for a bit and the cowhands talked about it for months! The children would play some game where one of them would pretend to be a dragon and chase the other children around the field. A bit flattering really. So I'll occasionally leave my cave and fly around a bit every once in a while. If I'm feeling rather ambitious, I'll nab a cow for a meal. This seems to be enough to give the humans their excitement, but hopefully not enough to send a fellow in metal to try and take me down. Of course, in Iachawr's case, that isn't guaranteed.
I really would fancy a conversation with a human one day, perhaps to confirm or deny this. Maybe he or she wouldn't run away in terror or try to cut out my heart in order to win a bag of gold, the hand of a princess, or free stays at the inn or whatever. But this arrangement seems fine thus far. The humans will tell their tales and I will rest quietly in my cavern, further pondering this world.
I've just concluded a creative writing course. I'd thought I'd share some of my works with you all. It's been ages since I've posted here, but I am willing to work on whatever projects you might have!
"The Dragon" We had to re-write a fairy tale and I rolled with it.
Exactly what part of my anatomy allows me to breathe fire? There are a bunch of little newts at the mouth of my cave and they certainly donâEUTMt breathe fire. What gave me that power, in addition to being massive, and that whole flight thing? Just another of the many things I donâEUTMt quite understand yet I guess. As a dragon, you arenâEUTMt really given guidance in life. You hatch from your egg and you go from there. Life is normal until you discover, âEUoeHey, when I sigh, stuff catches on fire. ThatâEUTMs neatâEU and then youâEUTMre notice âEUoeHey, IâEUTMm the biggest thing in the forest nowâEU eventually you learn âEUoehmmâEU¦that human was not happy to see me, maybe I should find a bit of a safe havenâEU and then you find a cave to call home.
DonâEUTMt get me wrong and we travel around a bit. I did it a lot in my younger years and sometimes converse with other dragons I met. IâEUTMve certainly met a few characters in my time. There was Dicter, who demanded that the nearby villages bring him a virgin twice a year. Does a virgin human taste different than a regular one? I never got to ask. I spent an evening with a dragon named Trachwant who slept on a pile of gold that would envy the richest of kingdoms. I even met a fellow, I think his name was Drwg, but he was more commonly referred to by the villagers as aaaaaaaaaahhhhh. I ran into him making a wreck of a little hamlet. No building was left uncrushed, no sheep left unobliterated, and no blade of grass left uncharred. I asked him âEUoeWhy do you do this?âEU I never forgot his response. âEUoeBecause itâEUTMs what dragons are supposed to do, mate!âEU I continued my travels a bit concerned of my purpose. Then I met a very interesting dragon and split a cow with him. His name was Iachawr and he had a bit of a âEUoedeformityâEU you could say. His breath could heal! Instead of classic fire, his breath was white with hints of blue and it could bring life to dying forest, cure plague from villages, and save crops from failure. It was incredible and gave me some hope. âEUoeMaybe I donâEUTMt have to be a homicidal maniac!âEU I thought. That was before I learned later that some human, dressed head to toe in a metal suit cut off poor IachawrâEUTMs head, wheeled it back to town in an ox cart, and received a heroâEUTMs welcome in the town and was knighted by the local lord. At that point, I learned that people donâEUTMt really ask if someone returns with a fresh kill âEUoeare you sure that wasnâEUTMt a healing dragon, you ignorant bastard?âEU but rather âEUoewoo, dead dragon, letâEUTMs feast!âEU
So I returned to my cave and pondered for some time. âEUoeWhat is my purpose? Is it to really be an instrument of destruction?âEU so I sat, and watch out of the opening to my cave, there rested a cow pasture, with a few houses next to it. A dirt road leads to a larger group of straw roofed houses. So I wondered, âEUoeWhat is the purpose of grass? Well, to feed the cows. What is the purpose of a cow? To feed, clothe, and work for the humans. So what is the purpose of a human?âEU and that is where I got stuck. Humans are born, grow up, fall in love, make a few more humans, work in their trade, grow old and finally die, all in about a fraction of a lifespan of a dragon. All in all, it seems rather boring to be a human. But humans crave excitement. I see it in the village below regularly; they go into the larger village, play their drums and their fiddles in the dark and dance to the music till they canâEUTMt dance anymore. Then they spend half their time in the field talking about the last festival and the other half anticipating the next festival. Then it hit me, perhaps I and my kind are their excitement. I made the mistake of stretching my wings for a bit and the cowhands talked about it for months! The children would play some game where one of them would pretend to be a dragon and chase the other children around the field. A bit flattering really. So IâEUTMll occasionally leave my cave and fly around a bit every once in a while. If IâEUTMm feeling rather ambitious, IâEUTMll nab a cow for a meal. This seems to be enough to give the humans their excitement, but hopefully not enough to send a fellow in metal to try and take me down. Of course, in IachawrâEUTMs case, that isn't guaranteed.
I really would fancy a conversation with a human one day, perhaps to confirm or deny this. Maybe he or she wouldnâEUTMt run away in terror or try to cut out my heart in order to win a bag of gold, the hand of a princess, or free stays at the inn or whatever. But this arrangement seems fine thus far. The humans will tell their tales and I will rest quietly in my cavern, further pondering this world.
The Q2U is a USB mic. I'll check the gain.
Hey guys,
For Christmas, I got the Q2U recording set. So far its works pretty well for what I need (Especially vocals, expect a demo reel soon!) However, I run into problems when I tried to record my acoustic guitar and my ukulele.
When I try to play it, it is simply not getting a sound that I consider passable. It doesn't sound crisp and clean like most good recordings in the portal do. I have a fair bit of background noise when playing and even the guitar sounds a little distorted when I try to play. I'm sorry it's a bit difficult to describe, but It simply doesn't sound good enough to pass for what I consider good quality.
In short, has anyone reading played around with the Q2U mic and the Cakewalk Music Creator that comes with it and have any ideal settings for recording live instruments?
Haven't forgot about this. Life became busy all of a sudden, but I have been thinking how I want to work with these next few critical parts.
"Do not suppose that I have come to bring peace to the earth. I did not come to bring peace, but a sword."
Matthew 10:34
[Jesus] said to them, "But now if you have a purse, take it, and also a bag; and if you don't have a sword, sell your cloak and buy one..." The disciples said, "See, Lord, here are two swords." "That is enough," he replied.
Luke 22:36,38
Isaiah 13:16 "Their children also shall be dashed to pieces before their eyes; their houses shall be spoiled, and their wives ravished."
Deuteronomy 13:15 "Thou shalt surely smite the inhabitants of that city with the edge of the sword, destroying it utterly . . . "
Exodus 32:27 ". . . Thus saith the LORD God of Israel, Put every man his sword by his side, and go in and out from gate to gate throughout the camp, and slay every man his brother, and every man his companion, and every man his neighbour."
Violent sections exist in nearly every work of religion, and the bible is no exception. It all depends on interpretation. Sure, Islamic extremists exist, but they comprise a very small minority of Muslims. Same as the Lord's Resistance Army, a rebel group in Africa notable for using child soldiers and other terrorist acts, are the minority of Christians.
At 3/22/11 01:49 PM, EnactJudo wrote: Well then congratulations, you're better than Scottmale.You're still a blight in god's eye though.
Can you channel God directly and know his true feelings on homosexuality? If so, I have a huge number of other questions.
Don't refer to that piece of historical fiction called the bible either.
Thank you for your comments. They have indeed provided a lot of insight. This part is mostly setting up the scene, something which I need to work on.
The room location is probably just a typo or got mixed up during writing.
Thanks for providing some scale in terms of the mining equipment. I really don't know much about the more advanced pieces of equipment and them being that big. I will revise those descriptions.
I do have a purpose for the carriers being Humaniod, which will be revealed later. but, I do like the maintenance crew idea and makes it more plausible.
Thanks again for the speech help. I AM AWFUL AT THIS. I kind of tried to assume that the two characters were relating to each other in the formal business sense, The conversations need a reversion as well. Going back to earlier I plan to reveal Dr. Rodgers qualifications for this "job" almost immediately in the next part... and a first name somewhere.
Thank you so much for your help, Its good to at least have somebody comment and provide constructive comments. More will come shortly.
Hey Newgrounds. This piece here is the first part of a larger story I am working. I won't give away the true plot point just yet, but I can say that the story was inspired by a philosophy class. This idea was just one of those things that just popped into my head. But, unlike some other stories I have had, this was has been literally demanding it be written. So here is a first go. Please forgive any structural mistakes, I have not written anything in official form for a while now. Reviews are most welcome!
Part 1
Dr. Rodgers sat on a small plane, heading towards the world's largest mining operation. It was truly a golden opportunity. He had yet to view the Subterranean Automated Miners and how they operated. It truly was a massive undertaking in the field of science and technology. These machines were by far the most developed and capable things ever devised by man. He wrote down a few notes in his notebook, secretly hoping that these notes would lead to a book deal, or at the very least, something worth knowing later.
" September 13, 2035,
I have been asked by the OGLEM Corporation to examine a case I could not pass up. The chance for someone to work with a SAM robot outside of the corporation itself is highly sought after by all kinds of researchers and rival entrepreneurs. All the specs of the SAMs are astounding. It can work in conditions far more dangerous that a human can go. It can go deeper, dig faster, and work around the clock with little to no human involvement. I never thought I would see the day when the "set it and forget it" approach could be used for mining. The project itself is still only in the test phase and has shown incredible progress. This lone operation so far has found a vein of platinum so valuable that it could send Zimbabwe to the ranks of a developed nation.
I am still not sure why OGLEM Corp has asked me to come in particular. All I know about this my assignment here was in a brief letter. All I know is that the operation has a minor "problem" and my "Expertise" was needed. It's a good feeling to know that I am in demand. Very few people have even seen the SAMs, much less seen the inner workings. The vagueness of the problem itself is not even on my mind at this time. I certainly hope I can prove myself."
The plane landed in an isolated airstrip surrounded by several mountain formations and the surrounding African countryside, The Cessna was dwarfed by the massive cargo planes that would send the mine's haul to the markets of the world. The African sunset created a golden sheen on a massive steel complex which was the clearly the nerve center for the entire operation. Coming out the side of it was a large tunnel which extends for about the length of a soccer field with the elevator mechanisms at the end of it.
"I will probably be going down there" Dr. Rodgers thought to himself. "Wait, a human couldn't withstand the pressure of being that deep. Would they bring up the SAM unit in question to a halfway point? Ack, what could possibly await me?"
"Dr. Rodgers" said a female voice in a distinct African accent.
"Yes, how do you do?"
"It's good to met you Doctor. I am Dr. Rachel Zilimani. The facility has been abuzz with your arrival for sure."
"Thank you Doctor. Will you be briefing me on my assignment? With all respect to your employers, they have been very vague in exactly why I am here."
"Ahh, Yes I understand Dr. Rodgers. OGLEM has wanted to prevent any leaks from getting out into the public domain in the slightest. If a single specification of the SAM was caught by a competitor, they could build a prototype by the end of the year."
We made our way inside the complex. It gleamed with a white paint and tile along with bright lights reflecting off of the computer screens below. The two doctors made their way towards a standard elevator, going down.
"Well Dr. Rodgers we have the SAM waiting in the next room. It will speak with you shortly."
"Thank you, Now I just- Wait a second, Speak with me!" Dr. Rodgers replied with a start. Dr. Zilimani replied with only a blank stare for a. For a while she babbled, looking for the right words to explain this marvel.
"Well... Doctor... there are a number of different types of SAMs. There are ones that do the mining itself, which are not really all that different from the old mining equipment, with the exception that they are automated.
The elevator then reached the bottom and opened to a small control room. Here, let me show you."
Dr. Zilimani began typing on a computer which began to manipulate a camera showing certain aspects of the mines operation.
"Here are the "Miners" she said as the screen revealed a machine about 7 feet tall with a number of drills and devices that could have possibly been lasers, Dr. Rodgers was unable to tell. He observed the machine was a sense of awe but then realized that the machine was not moving. It had been deactivated by something.
"And over here are the "carriers."
The camera panned over to a sight that made Dr. Rodgers eyes widen. They were humanoid robots, with a metal exterior, with the arms and legs modeled after human muscle anatomy. These robots were slumped over as well, also in sleep mode.
"The final robot we have doctor, is the one you will be working with. The "Foreman".
"So, What does the Foreman do exactly Doctor?" He said, trying to suspend his disbelief and shock at the advanced level of machinery he would be working with.
"As the name implies, The Foreman is the "head robot". It knows exactly what is being mined. How much is being carried up to the surface, the composition of the atmosphere in the cave, down to the percentages, the status of every unit in its section. Of course, we can get any computer to do this. What we can't get a computer to do is to repair damage to the miners and carriers. The foreman is modeled similar to the carriers, but with an array of tools that can repair a number of problems the other robots may encounter. Our foreman has done this successfully multiple times.
"Very impressive doctor." Replied Dr. Rodgers.
"But, that is not the truly incredible thing. Our A.I. for the foreman is so advanced, that it can actually plan out the most optimum ways to mine an area. All on its own with only a human making sure the machines still work and a producing. Yes Dr. The foreman can actually run the entire operation based on its own algorithms of decision making. The foreman also is able to communicate with the human monitoring the situations and the production levels. Hence the "speaking" to you part earlier."
"So Dr. Zilimani, what is the problem with the foreman?"
"The foreman is a necessary part of the operation. If the other machines do not have something to relay their more basic information too, in this case the foreman, they cannot function, as they cannot communicate with the surface, a task reserved for the foreman and the foreman alone."
"So the foreman was taken offline, I presume? A rock collapse that disabled the foreman could in theory disrupt the entire operation."
"I only wish it was that simple." Dr. Zilimani said with a grim tone.
"So what exactly is the problem then?"
"The truth is, the foreman is at perfect functional capacity. However...it...how can I explain this?"
"What?"
"It doesn't want to work."
At 2/5/11 10:39 PM, chimaybliss wrote: These 3 videos are the best of the best when it comes to drunk idiots and the crazy things they tried to get away with. These are all very funny and are a must see .....
Drunk Videos
And this relates to writing how?
Didn't click link. Go die in a fire. etc.
Most of them are completly strange.
I always get a kick out of this one
At 1/16/11 09:19 PM, Johnkirk wrote: What's The Worst That Can Happen?
A boy in school sits thinking:
"Oh man, she's so pretty. Just my style too. I've heard she doesn't have a date for the dance. Why don't I just go up and ask her? But, what if I slip and fall on the way? What if I stutter and she takes me for an idiot? What if the bell rings and I am trampled by the passing mob? What if a rouge pack of pit bulls burst through the door and maul me at the most inopportune time? What if North Korea decides to hit the nuke button? Oh god, forbid, the worst thing of all, she says "no" Oh the humanity!"
"Wait a second" the boys thinks to himself, realizing the only obstacle in his way is an empty hallway. "I think I'll take my chances."
"Hey Emily, do you want to go to the dance on Friday?"
"Certainly!"
"Wow, thank you so much, I was so worried abou-gwaaahahaha" An escaped pit bull cut his sentence just short.
I really don't think this needs a 1-3 sentence summary, but I will oblige.
A boy gets nervous about talking to a girl and runs through a number of worst case scenarios in his head. He gets inspired and talks to the girl with a positive result. However, one of the more ridiculous scenarios takes place.
So are all the previous stories before this announcement null and void? Mine was a bit longer than 3 sentences, but it still allowed for a fair amount of artistic freedom as it was mostly speech with a basic setting.
But I do agree that most of the stories would be useless for an animator to make and I would redo it if it was deemed necessary. My only fear is that with one sentence, what is the point really of having a writer? Instead of creating a story, 1-3 sentences is more like of a prompt than a story at the control of the author.
Not really that impressive lyrically. Thats only one facet of good rap song however. The way its presented also has a major impact on its quality. A good beat helps as well.
But lyrically, nothing too special. In your defense, most songs on the radio today have God awful lyrics.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l1u43KDiW D0&feature=related\
Just thought I would post this here to show an example of a great rap song. Note the flow of the lyrics here.
Hey guys, I wrote this out as a script for the voice acting competition, but my friend decided he wanted his equipment back which really put a kink into the plan. So I thought I would just post the script here. This was a rough draft with probably a great deal of errors and at this point I don't have much reason to work on this further. Any thoughts would be great and feel free to use this if you wish to do so, just credit me.
Richards: God its cold. This uniform wasn't made for any winter much less one in Belgium. At least its quiet. The nice thing about being in Bastogne it is a break in the fighting. The 28th finally gets a little break after fighting since July. But every rose has its thorn I guess. Its cold, as you would guess it would be in the middle of December and frequent patrols, like the one I'm on now. Luckily, its almost done, once we get past this farmhouse, we are about a minute from camp. It's a quaint little farmhouse, almost like the one the Tyler's had. Same shape, I even think the bricks are the same color somehow. The thing that is most like the tyler's barn is the small field nearby. After a big snowfall, Myself, my little brother, and pretty much every boy in the town would have a snowball fight in that field. (chuckle) I remember one time, Stevie Tyler ambushed us in one of the fights and took off running before I arrived, I grabbed a snowball, but he was too far. But I chucked the snowball as hard as I could anyway. It went up in an arc, way up to the sky and somehow found the target of Stevie. It hit him square in the back of the head from about 50 yards out. Oh Knute Rockne would have been impressed by the throw. I was the hero for the day,...Huh?
Sarge:Private? Private?
Richards:Yes sarge?
Sarge:Are you day dreaming again?, you are about 50 feet back from the rest of the patrol! I don't know about you but I want to get out of the cold as quickly as possible!
Richards: Sorry, sir.
Sarge: Don't worry about it Kid. It's been boring as of late, but listen up. Brass has been saying the the German's are on the move, a lot of activity going on near us. We need you and everybody else to be sharp. Its probably nothing but we have to be ready for whatever these Krauts are planning. See you back at HQ private! Stay Warm ! (footsteps)
Richards: The farmhouse is leaving view now and our HQ is just in sight. It really wasn't that long ago that snowball fight happened. I certainly does seem like it has. A war makes you grow up pretty quick, but, I still can't even get a drink at a bar back in the states. But man, what I wouldn't give for one more snowball fight, one more day to enjoy those days when everything was simple. When instead of mortars it was snowballs, instead of germans, it was my neighbors and friends, and Hitler was insignificant compared to the wrath I would face from my mother if I was late for dinner. ( Jeep noise)
PVT. Jones: Richards! Get your damn feet out of the snow and hop in, your going to freeze to death out here. They've got hot meals back at camp!
Richards:Oh I could use one of those,
PVT. Jones: Hop in and we can still get something. I have no clue what they're serving, all I know is that its hot and its good. Even you can get excited for a hot meal Richards? Just like home!
Richards: Nah, not quite like home.
What's The Worst That Can Happen?
A boy in school sits thinking:
"Oh man, she's so pretty. Just my style too. I've heard she doesn't have a date for the dance. Why don't I just go up and ask her? But, what if I slip and fall on the way? What if I stutter and she takes me for an idiot? What if the bell rings and I am trampled by the passing mob? What if a rouge pack of pit bulls burst through the door and maul me at the most inopportune time? What if North Korea decides to hit the nuke button? Oh god, forbid, the worst thing of all, she says "no" Oh the humanity!"
"Wait a second" the boys thinks to himself, realizing the only obstacle in his way is an empty hallway. "I think I'll take my chances."
"Hey Emily, do you want to go to the dance on Friday?"
"Certainly!"
"Wow, thank you so much, I was so worried abou-gwaaahahaha" An escaped pit bull cut his sentence just short.
Hey guys, First of all thanks for reading.
I have been trying to get into recording music at this point. Thankfully a friend of mine let me borrow an old Blue Snowball Mic that he didn't use anymore. It is a start for a decent sound, however, it is just not quite there on the sound quality. I do a little bit of buzzing when playing guitar or an ukulele, not enough that it is devastating to the song, but enough that it is painfully noticeable. Vocals work fine however.
Looking around, I have found people that have used the mic to near perfection, so I have come to the conclusion that I am just not using it right.
So for those that have or have worked with this mic, what are your recommended settings, and other preferences such as distance from the instrument etc.
I also am using audacity for my recording. I have Kristal downloaded as well, but the sound quality is significantly worse.
Thanks in advance.
This looks like something good to get me started. I will submit a small piece as soon as I get all the materials ready.
Thanks for putting this on!
