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Author: Finn

“Christmas comes earlier every year” Opinion Piece (HWK 2)

December 11, 2015 / Finn / 0 Comments

Here we are, once again in the time of cold weather and Seasonal Onset Depression. I can smell the blood from the cuts from your arms already everyone! But enough with that, I’m here for another opinion piece, and that’s what I want to do, not write about large gash in your arm from an Ashen Knife you made because snow is depressing. “They say Christmas comes earlier every year”. Let’s see how Grinch-y I can be.

Okay, let’s start of with my opinion of Christmas: For a 12 month wait through all bitterly weather, it’s not all that fun really. Winter is usually restricted to November, December, January and February, but when we get all the time here, not so much of a spectacle, let alone the lack of snow. And once I finally do reach that 12th month, I’ve practically worn out all interest in anything. My sense of humor (And the genuine sense of humor, not the one were I call people fat or goths) has all but been consumed by Mathematics and stress, so really there comes nothing to mind when I yearn for something. And besides, I can just earn it any ways. My skill level is enough to gain a reward, and those rewards are taken before they even get CLOSE to “Merry Christmas”. And furthermore, when the 25th shows up, all is me, shivering and rattling violently in a blanket, with jack all because I couldn’t think of anything I want. It’s very distracting, even to myself! And it just makes me look all scared or something (But you’ll know when I’m scared, I telegraph it quite well, and violently). And after Christmas is over, it’s just me waiting 2 weeks to continue the most interesting thing in my life: Education, so I can get myself more stressed over Maths, more paranoid over the truth of my peers, and kill myself even further so I can dig his grave.

…I have no words. You probably don’t either: You had a very deep insight to my Sodom little life of stress and paranoia. Anyways, now onto my opinion. With all the things I just mentioned about myself, I really don’t even need to make another paragraph of my decision on Christmas, my words speak for themselves. Really for me, it’s just a whole lot of waiting, in the cold, with nothing to do, because you forgot how to have fun, with no interaction because you aren’t forced to do anything, with a bundle of disappointment to sweeten the deal. And I sometimes WONDER my I’m a pessimist when I write these god forsaken things. Sure, I’ve got plenty of things to do while I’m waiting…Playing the Binding of Isaac, only to get my run ruined by one of those red flashing spiders…Emailing Hopkinson to say I feel really bad about stuff I’ve said only to get no reply or heartly words for when I return…Sleeping? Yeah, no. I have nothing to do. It’s not fun waiting, especially when you have nothing you find fun. So I suppose the best thing I could do is go on a quest of self discovering on the definition of fun without looking at a dictionary. Back to topic, I really don’t care that much about Christmas. I’ll just be playing the waiting game, deprived of all emotions and no one I give a damn about to keep me company (Not that I like company, you people without neural disorders are just flat out weird).

And there you have it. My opinion on Christmas. A boring, cold, disappointing 25 day hoop jumping farmfest. If you’ve noticed a pattern in what I’ve said: Well done. While my older brother was forced to come back over holidays to do his work, I sound like I’m begging to be brought back. At least I’ll have something to do, right?

Film Journal Entry (Reading Project HWK)

November 16, 2015 / Finn / 2 Comments

Well now. Don’t I just looooove torturing myself over doing these things? Especially at these times? It’s become a per chant of mine. I wonder how this Insomnia is going to ravage at my quality of work, how just how much I decide to write before dropping dead in my chair. But enough with my little rambles and rants about my personal life (Well, I guess this is an insight into what a put myself through to get this out), I’ve got a movie to look at, and I’ve gotta write this up before I hit 4am or before I die of my butchered sleeping schedule. Guess who’s gonna end up paying for that. (Get those tissues ready Durant…)

Anyway, before I get myself sidetracked into a personal rant of sleeping, or something even more tedious than the aforementioned insomnia, as most of you can tell within my writing style, I like to do things LIVE as I write these, rather than have a nicely planned out script or plan. It gives me more creativity for when I’m under the clock and on the fly. But since I seriously considered writing a script of plan for what I’m about to review, here’s your death-wish for something PAINFUL. I’m talking Ghost Pepper with a lack of dairy products painful. Yeah. Because I’m going to be reviewing Hazbro’s “My Little Pony: Equestria Girls” movie. Don’t worry, I’ve already packaged my soul and emotions in a nice little bundled present for M.A Larson and Meghan Mccarthy, because there is absolutely no turning back from this. So, just Foodfight!, I’m going to begin with some number crunching. (AKA Yaaaaaaay.)

My Little Pony: Equestria Girls was a Canadian movie from 2013, which was a non-canonical spin-off and sort of a parody of High School Musical, because lets be honest here: Those 2 fit riiiiight together on the LEGO Movie upbeat musical intro flicks. However, it wasn’t until August 2013, that MLP:EG didn’t start showing up on DVD, and before on VERY limited cinema screens (I can guess why, and probably you can too). However, thankfully this movie is around an hour and 10 minutes, so hopefully it shouldn’t be too arduous and soul wrenching to watch right (No.)?

First, I’ll start having a go at it’s art style. Comparing MLP:EG and MLP:FIM, the art styles are actually quite similar, in terms of colour palettes used and the effect pack. If anything, the colour scheme is a little TOO vibrant. It’s the kind of the vibrant that you feel from eating salt and vinegar chips with skinless lips; The taste is appealing, but the aftermath is just plain out painful. Most of the colouring for the environments remind me of something you probably find drawn by a 7 year old with pastels; Too blendy and bleedy (Cutting-in-a-nutshell). It’s harmful to the eyes, like the previous statement. And just like the environment, the characters also get that kind of treatment as well. Although I will give some special exception to the “Mane-6” and other representations from MLP:FIM (You’ll know em’ when you seem them. Or you can just ask Miss Wright), but not as vibrant and chaotic as some other things though. Asides from a changing colour palette, I will say that the art team really did know what they were doing; Most of the colours they use are contrasting and complimenting and sometimes a nice blend of the 2, so its quite appealing to the true artistic aristocrats (If only they were a little but cooler but hey.), and slightly pleasing to the “normies”, something akin to seeing fireworks would be the accurate reaction.

Next up, we have the animation quality, and might I say it is something quite spectacular, and one of the very limited things that caught my attention to what was provided for me on screen. The least to say, is the animation is quite good at that; Some of the effect packs are pretty at best, having very smooth and sleek frames, with some fitting special effects to boot. I never thought I would see fiery spirit bomb transformation (That at least what it looked like) well animated to such an extent. It’s kinda like seeing a portion of quality from The Last Airbender (And NOT that fucking movie by Shyamalan mind you.). It’s something to gawk at, but not something to be inspired by. In terms of the character animations, once again a great amount of detail was paid attention. The movements of some of the characters is quite extraordinary: The movements seem fluent and natural, as if an actual person in a motion capture suit was doing them. Hell, even some of the detail paid attention goes so far as to making the main character shape her hands in the formation of pony hooves, a representation of her true nature (No spoilers here!), rather than having here someone become the same as a human over the course of a few hours in a High School.

Lastly, we have the genre. Okay, so as previously stated during the number crunching, this movie falls into the fine line of upbeat musical intros, and LEGO Movie (It’s a very similar line to the difference between kinky and perverted, but that’s for another day). It’s sometimes one, or the other and a little mix of the 2. And this is the thing I hate with a bloody, burning, salty passion about this. How many god damn songs there is. At least there aren’t as many in it’s sequel (And trust me, I don’t DREAM of touching THAT pile of flaming shit), but there are still a crap tonna songs nevertheless. It really does surprise with just how much my stereotypy goes berserk when listening to these, like GOD DAMN, my neck is probably going to snap or hit the person I’m sitting next to (Probably Miss Hopkinson would most likely be the first on the receiving end, whither I like it or not) in the face the next time it snaps, because it has become so loose over having to sit through this ear-rape. And yes, I know it’s just a song, but it’s a song so demonic and forbidden to my ear drums, it causes me a great deal of anxiety and frustration and frankly I could make a river of salt with how much leaks from my mouth as it edges to firing off the F-Bombs, but okay, I might as well chill the hell out, before I end up writing something reckless, and giving Mr.Durant a panic attack over his view on my emotional state, and besides, Is writing about slitting my arms with a thick chunk o’ glass gonna get away unnoticed? (Cheers Hopkins.)

Over the course of me writing this, I’ve lost all my enthusiasm to continue. I have also lost most of my insomnia, even though I’m writing this at 4am. I really don’t feel like writing an ending paragraph, so I’ll just say this: If you have a genuine, real concern for your mental health, don’t watch this. I’ve practically lost all will to continue watching this fetid spawn of satan and so will you. Please don’t watch this. And with that, I shall end this off here. I need to try and find anymore loose pieces of my glass cup, which I knocked over during my viewing. I’ll also have to see if any got stuck in feet.

Hazlitt Essay (Half-Term HWK)

October 22, 2015 / Finn / 3 Comments

Well ladies and gentlemen, it seems the time for another essay has reared it’s head, for then it to run from me. But before I get any more sidetracked with the current proceedings, this essay’s existence as well as my attention here is to answer one question: Do I agree if “On the Pleasure of Hating” is a text meant to be taken seriously. Enough with the formalities, let’s begin.

Violence in Video Games

October 20, 2015 / Finn / 3 Comments

Video Games. Like the 1920s Cinema before them; There is no doubt in our minds that it is one of the most influential forces acting upon our minds, back from their early origins with Donkey Kong and Pac-Man, to some of the more mainstream titles of today such as The Last of Us and the Call of Duty Franchise, they’ve kept their pace despite their slowly withering industry. But really I’m not here to make idle chat bout the toxicosis that CoD is providing with it’s “innovation”, or EA’s ridiculous marketing but hatefully successful marketing plan, I’m here to talk about video games. Specifically, when is a video game a video game, and when does a video game become serious?

First of all, violent video games are a no-no for me. Sure, might as well call me a hypocrite for playing, and genuinely enjoying Hotline Miami, one of the most violent games out there, but I digress. The younger audiences of today are more easy to influence than ever, just look at how CoD and Fifa do it; It comes to the party every year, keeps the same sh*t but wears a different hat, and it’s that formula that’s so important: It’s the same thing that people want, and they think it’s good, and that’s why they want it. They’re super intent for the latest game from Call of Duty: Advanced Innovation 3 that they practically become so in love with it you could probably find Objectum Sexual in their dictionary of mental issues. Oh sure, look at me bullying EA, the gods of the crappiest, down right insulting games out there, “Where’s your proof huh?” “You keep calling CoD a rubbish game, but where’s your proof?” Okay audience, fine. You want some proof? Here’s some proof. But for those too lazy to click the link, or can’t because they’re dying in their chair after having a massive aneurysm burst after having their Dopamine levels detonate over some kind of Chestburter zombie, here’s the idea for that link I gave you the opportunity to click.

I heard this story’s existence about a year ago, back in 2014 while perusing YouTube of all things. I came across a video called “Boy kills his mother over CoD”. Back then, my burning passion for the Call of Duty franchise was greater than ever, so with something to pin CoD on, I eagerly click the video and began to view It’s contents. This story begins on a friday, with a boy called Noah. Noah was an avid Call of Duty fan, so much to a point that It was the only thing he did once arriving home from school. On that Friday, his school grades came through. His mother was thoroughly displeased, and in response to this failure of grades, she took away Noah’s copy of Call of Duty Black Ops 2. However, unbeknownst to the mother, that was all it took for Noah to snap. A week before was Noah’s birthday, and his mother had bought him a .22 Cal hunting rifle, and It was this mistake that had killed her. Noah, in a bloody blind rage, took his .22 Cal rifle, and shot his mother 22 times, and then sexually assaulted her dead body in the kitchen. Noah’s father, who was at a party with his Boss, received a text from his son. This message read: “Dad this is Noah. I killed Mom accidentally, I egret it. Come home now please.” Upon receiving this message, Noah’s father replied: “OK. Just throw her in the grove. We’ll take care of her later.” Once Noah’s father arrived home, they did exactly as they said they would. They both took Noah’s mother’s body, and rudimentary buried it in their grove. 2 weeks later, a foul stench of flesh roamed across their neighbourhood, and the police were soon to pick up on it. In a short time, they found the body, and arrested Noah and his father for murder.

This is a DISGUSTING waste of human life, and frankly I’m not one to joke about it as such. But audience, if this isn’t proof, that violent videos are truly as they say: Violent, then why do we enjoy them? Should we have them? Or further on that matter, when does a game, become something serious? The answer is simple dear audience. A video game becomes serious, when it becomes ADDICTIVE. And when a video game becomes addictive, it becomes a ADDICTION. and when it becomes an addiction, it becomes a DANGER. And when it becomes a danger, it becomes a PROBLEM.

But you don’t have to listen to what a Hotline Miami hypocrite says, I implore you; do more research, look into the matter further: and deliver your own verdict. As worthless as it maybe be, how vague your answers are, a opinion is a opinion, and my opinion still matters.

How about yours?

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Walkie Talkie Tower Debate (HWK3)

October 12, 2015 / Finn / 1 Comment

“There are two terrible differences between architecture and other art forms – permanence and prominence.” Well, there’s actually another 2 differences between art and architecture: Things you understand, and things you don’t understand. And In terms of the Walkie Talkie building, I only have one thing in my mind: I wonder how THIS got called The Walkie Talkie building? Lets be honest here everyone, when we think of a walkie talkie, we think of Something like this. But when It comes to THIS, I have to wonder If people should have gone to spec-savers. Sure, modern art(itecture) is weird and stupid to non-patrons to such a form, but really that’s all that exemplifies what this…trash can looking building is. Actually, that’s probably a better name for it. “Trash Can Building”. Asides from names, lets have a look at this building’s structure. First of all, what way Is this eye-catching? Most of our income comes from tourism, who wants to see the giant glass trash can in the middle of the city? Unless your some creepy garbage enthusiast, you are probably better looking at a actual trash can rather than waste the energy to orient your head in the general direction in which this thing is located. Secondly, please tell me the architecture of this building can actually tell the difference of the geometry of what a Walkie Talkie looks like, and what a trash can you’d see down South Bank looks like. Finally, what about that stature? Well, good job on construction guys, if someone takes out a few front support columns, fantastic! The whole building is going come crashing down on all the poor sods and things that probably will have more investment usage and properties, rather than the worlds biggest trash can in the middle of some residential area for old folk, then well played London construction firms. Well done. Asides from all that, any takers as to why this would have concern and usage? Just one guy called Peter? Not even the architect? Absolute wow. Not even the guy who wanted it made is happy with just how massively everyone screwed up. I can just imagine the conversation between them.

“Okay guys, seriously? I wanted it to be straight UP, not slanting to the side over a bunch of other buildings!”

“But boss, It looks like a Walkie Talkie that way! You know, they’re kinda slanted to the side like someone using the less dominant hand to make one?”

“So you obviously don’t care about people dying. Do you?”

“…Eh, well…Not exactly.”

F*cking unbelievable Rafael. Why did you even come up with this half baked idea while smoking the fattest joint Columbia could make? Oh of course, It WAS a half baked idea. Literally. Hope you enjoyed that joint you cracker.

If you wanted the source, here you go.

Opinion Piece (HWK 2)

October 5, 2015 / Finn / 1 Comment

Just to start this off, sorry Price. Couldn’t get this one Into a PDF document, and didn’t have access to a photocopier In the time frame getting around to this.

So I will just have to put up a link to the Opinion Piece In mind. Hopefully this will be acceptable to some extent (Or at least I hope so)

So then, without further ado, From tax credits to human rights, David Cameron’s answer is: ‘Whatever’ by Andrew Mar of The Telegraph.

There Is two and a half hours I can never have back. (HW)

September 28, 2015 / Finn / 0 Comments

Well, I certainly didn’t think I would get to this point, and I’m not referring to writing a review, but rather feeling like having anxiety from watching a movie. Its something you never would expect to come across over you, but what the hell. It’s time for me to pull apart: Foodfight!

Now then, lets start of this review, by crunching off some numbers and stats: Foodfight Is a late 2012 computer animated movie directed by Larry Kasanoff. This movie’s general gist was It trying to be the Wreck-It Ralph of food Icons and marketing, featuring several food and grocery products such as; Mr.Clean, Mrs. Buttersworth, Twinkies, Charlie the Tuna and quite a lot more. This film was originally Intended to be released post-christmas 2003, but due to a large amount of Issues, such as Copyright, budgeting, and someone deciding to steal the film’s footage “In a act of Industrial espionage”, the film had to be several delayed to 2012. However, much of this didn’t really phase the cast of the main chracters, such as the likes of Charlie Sheen, Hilary Duff and Eva Longoria amongst others, this film sounds somewhat decent, but I assure you. This Is NOTHING to what you would expect, even with a budget of $65,00000, this film Is still a atrocious wreck. So then, with that out of the way, time to get on with Foodfight.

So then, to start this off, we begin In a place known as “Marketropolis Supermarket”. First of all, very nice name, not a tongue twister at all. However, this market Is unlike any other, as when night falls, the market transforms Into a city…? This kind of system seems to raise a lot of systems, so Is this always here? Is It In another dimension? Or It simply a act of contrived story telling? Whatever the reason, this Is were all of the stuff In this movie goes down. Now then, lets take a stab at the graphics, there really Is no way to describe them like such: The graphics are what your nightmares look like, but If they never rendered correctly. And so, we get Introduced to our main character, Dex Dogtective, voiced by Charlie Sheen (It feels really good to hear THAT voice coming out of THAT dog). So, we get Introduced to our first villain, like all villains, will only show up for one scene, and then contribute nothing to the plot, and said villain Is known as Fat “Cat” Burglar. Now now, lets get this out the way. IN WHAT WAY IS THIS MEANT TO BE A “CAT”? Is the movie SO stupid that It can’t even tell the difference between a cat and a rat? Come on know guys, It just a one letter swap! Any ways, after Dex manages to deal with this Fat “Cat”, we then get Introduced to his “Sidekick”, called Daredevil Dan, brought to you by the left over racism from Transformers 2. After we are done with Dan’s little speech, we soon learn that Dex decides to propose to his love Interest, Sunshine Goodness, and GOODNESS ME, looks like someone In the creative directors got a little too…excited when designing her, because lets be honest: Scary demon of hell. However, before Dex can ask her, she runs off to go get kidnapped, because I’m sure we can all see what’s gonna happen at this point In time. So, 6 months pass for some reason, and Dex decides to give up the “Dogtective” business, to open a club called “The Copa Banana”. Then, a sales person voiced by Christopher Lloyd (That’s how It’s spelt?) comes to the supermarket, and one question Is raised In my mind: WHAT THE HELL AM I LOOKING AT HERE? And, It seems that this “Salesman X” Is planning to bring In a new product to the supermarket called “Brand-X”. And sure enough, Brand-X begins to be brought Into the store. And so, Dex and Dan head over to “Casa De Cameo”, which the the hangout spot for some big rigs In the marketing Industry, like the California Raisins. And so, we then get Introduced to the main villain of the movie, Lady X, the version movies version of Barbie, expect somehow more lifeless. Oh, and one more thing: Every scene that has Dex In It one form In another, ends In a horrible pun. Heres some examples: “Time to banana split out of my club!” “My problems are just a hill of coffee beans…” “Let’s snap, crackle and pop out of here.” and “Frankly my dear, I don’t give a spam.” And with all of this, I can only come to one conclusion: THIS IS A FETISH FILM. From all of the sexual jokes, Sunshine Goodness, and all the outfits Lady X wears, even a Drag Queen would say Is too silly, just…FETISH FILM. Then, Dex realises along with Stereotype No.69, that Lady X seems to be marking off all of the characters. Another thing I feel I need to flag up, the most notable thing you’ll notice Is the the motion of the character arms, they just flail about everywhere, while the characters themselves have no facial expression what so ever. It reminds me of C3PO having a seizure or a spaz-attack. So then, Dex and Dan decide to get some answers from ANOTHER scary demon from hell! And they decided to give him a giant nose, and the jewish accent to really burn It In huh? And then Dex and Dan somehow travel to the real world In the supermarket, so I really guess It Is a alternate dimension or something and then… No words what so ever. And then they meet the rip-off of Count Chocula, or Captain Crunch. After this, they then rally together all of the supermarket brands, but get Intercepted by Lady X’s head of guards, sadly voiced by Tim Currian. But then, Dex comes In and starts singing…The French National Anthem. After beating them, they all rally together to fight against Lady X, and her Brand-X cronies, In what I can only describe as people falling over with bad CGI paint explosions In a repeating loop from different angles and different colours. So then, Lady X launches her “Exo-Bites”, and Dan and some others take to the skys to battle them and Lady X. While Dan and the others are busy fighting the Exo-Bites, Dex reaches Lady X’s HQ, and finds out they were behind Sunshine’s kidnapping. (Big surprise right…?) Then, Dex and Sunshine share a heart aching reunion, but there’s one problem: Sunshine might have gone blind, she never even looks Dex ONCE In the face at the scene. Afterwards, that spastic salesman enters their world somehow, and Dex and the other brands march together to take him down. And then we get the big shocking twist: The villain of the movie was the whole time…The villain of the movie. So then, we end up with a massive Catfight (Litterally) between the two main females of the movie, and so It ends up that Lady X was Is… Once again, no words. And so, we end up at the movie’s end: Dex and Sunshine get married and live happily ever after.

And you know what? I finally understand now. I now know, that there Is no other, that will be so rare, and so unique, As Foodfight. As of such, I give this movie a 10/10 for making me understand how I can never see anything worse. But It gets -10/10 In general. And so, that was Foodfight. May It rest In spagetti, and be forgotten quickly.

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