I could not get the scenes to flow together so there are different links for each scene
http://loki.stockton.edu/~stk31722/finalflash/ Opening
http://loki.stockton.edu/~stk31722/finalflash2/ Second Scene
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Friday, April 13, 2007
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Hypertext Writing Project/ The Killings/ Final
Danielle Tagerty
March 7, 2007
Brian Stefans
Multimedia Production
Hypertext Fiction Assignment
I didn’t overly enjoy the function of this hypertext fiction. I liked it, but it was very simple. It could have been so much more involved, and technical, but it had a very simple set-up. There wasn’t really any bells or whistles for the project. I chose this project because I liked the text, but as far as the technical aspect is concerned it was far too simple. I liked the hypertext that had the different body parts you could chose a lot. So I suppose I did not really enjoy interacting with it, because there was not much to interact with. Out of all of the hypertext, I liked the one with the body parts. Being able to pick the body part and read how the author hurt himself or herself; I thought that was really cool. This one was definitely not involved enough. This hypertext started with the answers to a question. You either picked yes or no and it brought you to a poem. If you clicked on an aspect of the poem it brought you to a different page. Sometimes the poems would lead you back to the main page with the choice of yes or no. One of the poems was about an apple in relation to the sun. The poem was in the shape of an apple. The interaction of the text with the shape it formed was appealing to the mind and eye. This interaction of the text with the shape it formed neither essential nor detrimental to the project. It made it more interesting. “As I gazed at the golden delicious sun, it turned into an apple. The apple floated and fell furiously into my waiting code-barren mouth.” The name of the website was Answers. The idea behind it was that you were supposed to be giving answers to the poems and they would lead to the consequence of your answer.Some of the pages were just one line like, “Would you still love me if the world was my brain?” The author would make it more complex by placing this one line within a pattern. This caused you to have to search for the line. A lot of the hypertext’s interaction was following patterns with your eyes and having to scroll with them. It was like following a trail of breadcrumbs. This technique really didn’t have anything to do with the text. There was no journey-theme, but it made the reader be more involved with the poem. My favorite part of the poem was, “This won’t hurt a bit. You can pinch every nerve, and your fleshy flimsy lip-gums willingly cry before my eyes… blood curdling scream.”The hypertext wasn’t that involved; all together there was probably six links. I don’t believe that the setup of the project makes it any harder to understand. It is not a fiction piece that follows any semblance of a plot. For me it is hard to determine whether poetry is “good-writing.” Being an artist the best way I can explain it is that there is no structured way to write poetry, much like art. You cannot look at someone’s painting and tell him or her, “No, no, no you did it all wrong.” It is just not how it works. Did anyone tell Picasso that he could not paint people with only one eye? Art and poetry are what you make of it as the author or artist and as a person. It cannot be judged on a scale. Many try to, but they should not. I enjoyed the poetry in the hypertext. It reminded me of something that I couldn’t quite put my finger on, like a memory someone tells you about that you can’t remember. When someone says, “You did this, this, and this… you don’t remember?” That is what this painting reminded me of. “Instantly infected and swollen by the foreign fluoresces, the pore bulged and blossomed into a cyber-cider cyst. It turned golden delicious. It was the sun, a golden delicious apple.” This is my favorite quote in the entire hypertext. There wasn’t a lot of information on the Internet about the author, Juliett Martin. I would have liked to learn more about her. There was actually one line that explained that very well. “How come I can’t find love on my hard drive? Maybe I am looking for too much from my computer.” I found it very entertaining that I was trying to find out more information about this author, and I couldn’t and then I read this line in the poem. Maybe that is poetic irony. The only part I just did not get was one of the screens that had the word ground written, but then underneath it was ground but the first letter was put at the end. So it looked like this:GroundRoundgOundgrUndgroNdgrouDgroun. This was the only part of the poem that I just didn’t get or maybe it is not that I didn’t get, I think I just didn’t like it. All and all the hypertext was really interesting literally, but no very much visually. I really enjoyed the poem, but I did not like all of the things they did with it in setting up the hypertext. I thought it could have been more involved or more creative. The only aspect that I liked about the visual part was the fact that the apple part of the poem was shaped like an apple. I believed the hypertext lacked while the poem did not. I would like to give the author a benefit of the doubt and say that the poem was simplistic so it matched the hypertext, but only a few parts were simplistic. Most of the poem was complex and could have been elaborated so much more in the hypertext.
My hypertext piece is an interact story. Find the correct link in each section of the story to get to the next part of it. Make sure to remember the links, because in the end they build the last part of the story.
http://loki.stockton.edu/~stk31722/Hyperext_Project/
March 7, 2007
Brian Stefans
Multimedia Production
Hypertext Fiction Assignment
I didn’t overly enjoy the function of this hypertext fiction. I liked it, but it was very simple. It could have been so much more involved, and technical, but it had a very simple set-up. There wasn’t really any bells or whistles for the project. I chose this project because I liked the text, but as far as the technical aspect is concerned it was far too simple. I liked the hypertext that had the different body parts you could chose a lot. So I suppose I did not really enjoy interacting with it, because there was not much to interact with. Out of all of the hypertext, I liked the one with the body parts. Being able to pick the body part and read how the author hurt himself or herself; I thought that was really cool. This one was definitely not involved enough. This hypertext started with the answers to a question. You either picked yes or no and it brought you to a poem. If you clicked on an aspect of the poem it brought you to a different page. Sometimes the poems would lead you back to the main page with the choice of yes or no. One of the poems was about an apple in relation to the sun. The poem was in the shape of an apple. The interaction of the text with the shape it formed was appealing to the mind and eye. This interaction of the text with the shape it formed neither essential nor detrimental to the project. It made it more interesting. “As I gazed at the golden delicious sun, it turned into an apple. The apple floated and fell furiously into my waiting code-barren mouth.” The name of the website was Answers. The idea behind it was that you were supposed to be giving answers to the poems and they would lead to the consequence of your answer.Some of the pages were just one line like, “Would you still love me if the world was my brain?” The author would make it more complex by placing this one line within a pattern. This caused you to have to search for the line. A lot of the hypertext’s interaction was following patterns with your eyes and having to scroll with them. It was like following a trail of breadcrumbs. This technique really didn’t have anything to do with the text. There was no journey-theme, but it made the reader be more involved with the poem. My favorite part of the poem was, “This won’t hurt a bit. You can pinch every nerve, and your fleshy flimsy lip-gums willingly cry before my eyes… blood curdling scream.”The hypertext wasn’t that involved; all together there was probably six links. I don’t believe that the setup of the project makes it any harder to understand. It is not a fiction piece that follows any semblance of a plot. For me it is hard to determine whether poetry is “good-writing.” Being an artist the best way I can explain it is that there is no structured way to write poetry, much like art. You cannot look at someone’s painting and tell him or her, “No, no, no you did it all wrong.” It is just not how it works. Did anyone tell Picasso that he could not paint people with only one eye? Art and poetry are what you make of it as the author or artist and as a person. It cannot be judged on a scale. Many try to, but they should not. I enjoyed the poetry in the hypertext. It reminded me of something that I couldn’t quite put my finger on, like a memory someone tells you about that you can’t remember. When someone says, “You did this, this, and this… you don’t remember?” That is what this painting reminded me of. “Instantly infected and swollen by the foreign fluoresces, the pore bulged and blossomed into a cyber-cider cyst. It turned golden delicious. It was the sun, a golden delicious apple.” This is my favorite quote in the entire hypertext. There wasn’t a lot of information on the Internet about the author, Juliett Martin. I would have liked to learn more about her. There was actually one line that explained that very well. “How come I can’t find love on my hard drive? Maybe I am looking for too much from my computer.” I found it very entertaining that I was trying to find out more information about this author, and I couldn’t and then I read this line in the poem. Maybe that is poetic irony. The only part I just did not get was one of the screens that had the word ground written, but then underneath it was ground but the first letter was put at the end. So it looked like this:GroundRoundgOundgrUndgroNdgrouDgroun. This was the only part of the poem that I just didn’t get or maybe it is not that I didn’t get, I think I just didn’t like it. All and all the hypertext was really interesting literally, but no very much visually. I really enjoyed the poem, but I did not like all of the things they did with it in setting up the hypertext. I thought it could have been more involved or more creative. The only aspect that I liked about the visual part was the fact that the apple part of the poem was shaped like an apple. I believed the hypertext lacked while the poem did not. I would like to give the author a benefit of the doubt and say that the poem was simplistic so it matched the hypertext, but only a few parts were simplistic. Most of the poem was complex and could have been elaborated so much more in the hypertext.
My hypertext piece is an interact story. Find the correct link in each section of the story to get to the next part of it. Make sure to remember the links, because in the end they build the last part of the story.
http://loki.stockton.edu/~stk31722/Hyperext_Project/
Monday, March 19, 2007
Photo Gallery/ Final
My photo gallery is a collection of images from Old New York City. It is very clean and simple with some old images, and newer looking techniques in its design. I tried to mix the old with the new.
http://loki.stockton.edu/~stk31722/Gallery/Gallery/
http://loki.stockton.edu/~stk31722/Gallery/Gallery/
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Book Project/ Final
Welcome
By Danielle Tagerty
As a young girl I was terrified of everything. I cried before going on roller coasters, didn’t like the dark, and was deathly afraid of anything that would make me jump. I couldn’t watch scary movies or go to those play haunted houses they set up for Halloween. Strangely however, it was my favorite holiday. There was something that interested me about the things that terrified me. I read everything I could about the paranormal, and became somewhat of a self-proclaimed expert. I tried to be braver as I got older, but the fear of the unknown was too great. Then a wonderful thing happened; I learned to protect myself. I started to take Karate classes and excelled quickly. As I get better I gained courage. The things that had scared me weren’t as big and bad anymore. I love roller coasters, and to watch scary movies, but one thing became a major hobby of mine; ghost hunting. I wanted to experience all of the things that I had always been too scared to. I became a registered ghost hunter with a popular society in New Jersey.
Unfortunately, due to my college schedule I could not do anything with the society, but I did freelance work. I did my own research and write ups on places I would visit. I collected data and information to educate the public on the paranormal.
When people hear the phrase “ghost hunter”, many think of psychics with a crystal balls, or the Ghostbusters with their giant marshmallow man. I am none of those things. I am almost like a scientist, but without the degree. I am basically trying to prove, scientifically, that ghosts exist. I don’t believe in all of the hocus pocus of psychics, or seeing into the future or séances. I just want to catch hard evidence of a spectral encounter. We are not the freaks and geeks that many of the public classify us as.
As my knowledge and interest grew I began to visit some of the places close to my home. I actually have, according to many ghost hunters, the third most-haunted house twenty minutes from where I lived. I visited a lot of my favorite places and learned many stories about other places in the United States. The more I learned and experienced the more entranced I became. This hobby helped to spark my love for history, which is my major. Eventually I hope to go to graduate school for Archaeology, and maybe specialize in Occult or Supernatural Archaeology.
Recently I was going through many of my stories. I decided to compile a book dedicated to some of my favorites. I had grown up just reading about these places, and fell in love with what I couldn’t explain. When I grew up it became an obsession that I would like to share with the world. Some of them are classics, some made up by inspired authors, and others might just be in your back yard. I have many different authors. I only included one of my own stories. I wanted it to be homage to my childhood. Maybe my stories will make up the next book. My best advice for reading this book is to grab a flashlight, a bowl of popcorn, a drink, and huddle under your blankets. Enjoy; don’t let the first story scare you away, and welcome to my world.
By Danielle Tagerty
As a young girl I was terrified of everything. I cried before going on roller coasters, didn’t like the dark, and was deathly afraid of anything that would make me jump. I couldn’t watch scary movies or go to those play haunted houses they set up for Halloween. Strangely however, it was my favorite holiday. There was something that interested me about the things that terrified me. I read everything I could about the paranormal, and became somewhat of a self-proclaimed expert. I tried to be braver as I got older, but the fear of the unknown was too great. Then a wonderful thing happened; I learned to protect myself. I started to take Karate classes and excelled quickly. As I get better I gained courage. The things that had scared me weren’t as big and bad anymore. I love roller coasters, and to watch scary movies, but one thing became a major hobby of mine; ghost hunting. I wanted to experience all of the things that I had always been too scared to. I became a registered ghost hunter with a popular society in New Jersey.
Unfortunately, due to my college schedule I could not do anything with the society, but I did freelance work. I did my own research and write ups on places I would visit. I collected data and information to educate the public on the paranormal.
When people hear the phrase “ghost hunter”, many think of psychics with a crystal balls, or the Ghostbusters with their giant marshmallow man. I am none of those things. I am almost like a scientist, but without the degree. I am basically trying to prove, scientifically, that ghosts exist. I don’t believe in all of the hocus pocus of psychics, or seeing into the future or séances. I just want to catch hard evidence of a spectral encounter. We are not the freaks and geeks that many of the public classify us as.
As my knowledge and interest grew I began to visit some of the places close to my home. I actually have, according to many ghost hunters, the third most-haunted house twenty minutes from where I lived. I visited a lot of my favorite places and learned many stories about other places in the United States. The more I learned and experienced the more entranced I became. This hobby helped to spark my love for history, which is my major. Eventually I hope to go to graduate school for Archaeology, and maybe specialize in Occult or Supernatural Archaeology.
Recently I was going through many of my stories. I decided to compile a book dedicated to some of my favorites. I had grown up just reading about these places, and fell in love with what I couldn’t explain. When I grew up it became an obsession that I would like to share with the world. Some of them are classics, some made up by inspired authors, and others might just be in your back yard. I have many different authors. I only included one of my own stories. I wanted it to be homage to my childhood. Maybe my stories will make up the next book. My best advice for reading this book is to grab a flashlight, a bowl of popcorn, a drink, and huddle under your blankets. Enjoy; don’t let the first story scare you away, and welcome to my world.
Grim Grinning Ghosts
This is the theme song from the Walt Disney World attraction,
This is the theme song from the Walt Disney World attraction,
The Haunted Mansion.
When the crypt goes creak,
and the tombstones quake.
Spooks come out for a swinging wake.
Happy haunts materialize,
and begin to vocalize.
Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize.
Now don't close your eyes,
and don't try to hide.
Or a silly spook may sit by your side.
Shrouded in a daft disguise,
they pretend to terrorize.
Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize.
As the moon climbs high o'er the dead oak tree,
spooks arrive for the midnight spree.
Creepy creeps with eerie eyes,
start to shriek and harmonize.
Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize.
When you hear the knell of a requiem bell,
weird glows gleam where spirits dwell.
Restless bones etherealize,
rise as spooks of every size.
If you would like to join our jamboree,
there's a simple rule that's compulsory.
Mortals pay a token fee.
Rest in peace, the haunting's free.
So hurry back,
we would like your company.
http://loki.stockton.edu/~stk31722/Grim/Grim.pdf
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