3646: Fruit Machine
I'm falling into this dangerous trap I set for myself when I started doing SPVTW:TG-style sprites [previously becoming annoyed rather quickly whenever I tried anything with less definition than that], because now I picture myself doing even more probertson-style in the form of a partial [fake] game stage =p I already have the BGM written, how 'bout that!? [though, oddly enough, it never matches what's in my head when I put it to keyboard]
As much as my other [written before today] song pieces make me gag, I don't think they're outright terrible--I just need some refinement. [Possibly, better instruments... and figuring out how to make them longer than fifteen seconds...] If I turned everything I've done into chiptunes, they'd sound fucking awesome. [/hugeassego]
My main dilemma in this regard is realizing that most of the people I admire seem to accomplish a lot more than I ever will because THEY STICK WITH ONE THING UNTIL IT'S FINISHED whereas I have creative ADHD. I mean, look at the fact I spent tonight largely playing with FruityLoops instead of doing the very easy work of sprite-ing out a sketch that I'd already started and could finish in an hour if I tried =/ or, hell, FINISHING BOOK TWO THAT IS ALMOST DONE BUT I PROCRASTINATE.
[Out of fairness to myself, I'm a bit obstinant in that I want to do everything for a project myself--because it's easier than licensing or coordinating with someone else [especially someone else as flaky as I am]. And I want to take advantage of creativity while I have it. And when I work on fifty projects at once, if I am to spontaneously keel over, someone can potentially finish what I've started and have fifty bastardized-but-finished projects instead of one.]
I had other crap to post, but I'm sure it's in the form of photos of joke signs in restaurants and Monkey Bread that lose my interest once I get them off the camera. Also, workpoliticrap, but I don't feel like posting that.
OH WAITthere was also this package someone sent to the PO Box. You know, post office boxes? Size of a shoebox or so?
PARCEL AS BIG AS THREE VCRS AND WEIGHING TWENTY POUNDS.
And no parking when I got back to work, either! DX *shakes fist* If I weren't stubborn about not being a helpless little girl, I'd've been pretty steamed. Mostly I was thinking of liability issues if I HAD strained my back, or that I couldn't get a fucking parking space because WHAT THE HELL NO PARKING DX but in practice, whatever. Obnoxious.
[I don't know what was actually in it, no. "What's in the box?!? What's in the fucking box?!!?"]
Back to random picking =p It'd be nice if I could play what I hear in my brain, but I'm incompetent! 9_9 [not this one] ...ooo, I think I figured out how to play the theme from DuckTales =o [F, next higher octave F, first F, second F, first F, second F, first Fx2, second F... Life is like a hurricane...]
As much as my other [written before today] song pieces make me gag, I don't think they're outright terrible--I just need some refinement. [Possibly, better instruments... and figuring out how to make them longer than fifteen seconds...] If I turned everything I've done into chiptunes, they'd sound fucking awesome. [/hugeassego]
My main dilemma in this regard is realizing that most of the people I admire seem to accomplish a lot more than I ever will because THEY STICK WITH ONE THING UNTIL IT'S FINISHED whereas I have creative ADHD. I mean, look at the fact I spent tonight largely playing with FruityLoops instead of doing the very easy work of sprite-ing out a sketch that I'd already started and could finish in an hour if I tried =/ or, hell, FINISHING BOOK TWO THAT IS ALMOST DONE BUT I PROCRASTINATE.
[Out of fairness to myself, I'm a bit obstinant in that I want to do everything for a project myself--because it's easier than licensing or coordinating with someone else [especially someone else as flaky as I am]. And I want to take advantage of creativity while I have it. And when I work on fifty projects at once, if I am to spontaneously keel over, someone can potentially finish what I've started and have fifty bastardized-but-finished projects instead of one.]
I had other crap to post, but I'm sure it's in the form of photos of joke signs in restaurants and Monkey Bread that lose my interest once I get them off the camera. Also, workpoliticrap, but I don't feel like posting that.
OH WAITthere was also this package someone sent to the PO Box. You know, post office boxes? Size of a shoebox or so?
PARCEL AS BIG AS THREE VCRS AND WEIGHING TWENTY POUNDS.
And no parking when I got back to work, either! DX *shakes fist* If I weren't stubborn about not being a helpless little girl, I'd've been pretty steamed. Mostly I was thinking of liability issues if I HAD strained my back, or that I couldn't get a fucking parking space because WHAT THE HELL NO PARKING DX but in practice, whatever. Obnoxious.
[I don't know what was actually in it, no. "What's in the box?!? What's in the fucking box?!!?"]
Back to random picking =p It'd be nice if I could play what I hear in my brain, but I'm incompetent! 9_9 [not this one] ...ooo, I think I figured out how to play the theme from DuckTales =o [F, next higher octave F, first F, second F, first F, second F, first Fx2, second F... Life is like a hurricane...]