Tuesday, 19 June 2012

Google Music: Why Aren't You Amazing?

I'm not going to be going into that much depth here, but I've recently begun my involvement with Google's inevitable endeavor into the digital audio world, ironically named Google Music.

I'm accessing the service from here in Australia, where it's not yet officially available, but it's fairly easily to jump in anyway. But I should note this doesn't give you access to the store where you can purchase music, that's still only available in the US. Typical.

Quick & generic explanation of Google Music: "Google Music is about discovering, purchasing, sharing and enjoying digital music in new, innovative and personalized ways. We automatically sync your entire music library—both purchases and uploads—across all your devices so you don't have to worry about cables, file transfers or running out of storage space."

It's very similar to iTunes Match, which I also use and enjoy.


The most notable difference so far is the ridiculous upload time required by Google Music. To upload your entire music library it could take literally days, whereas iTunes Match simply 'matches' many tracks - making upload times incredibly pleasant.
Lemme break it all down:

Tuesday, 5 June 2012

The Dream I Had Last Night

And hopefully you won't find it dull. I know that many a time people are, by their social respectfulness, forced to listen to entirely uninteresting dreams that others feel the need to share. But seriously, I found this one pretty freaky.

As is oft the way with dreams, this visceral adventure lacked detail, structure and any comprehensible characters. The ideas explored by this dream were backed by a soundtrack of dread. My dread. I certainly felt some relief when waking into reality today (which is actually not often the case - I usually have comforting dreams).

Anyway, in the dream I was being taken somewhere to get an injection. Not just any injection though. This needle in my arm would send me on a holiday to visit relatives. One magic drug into my body and I'd be instantly in another part of the world without having to travel. My everyday life would freeze in the background.

As various wavering apparitions of my family members tried to get me to take this drug-journey with them I was overwhelmed by the finality of that injection. One prick then my whole life would essentially disappear. 'Twas pretty freaky. I think I'd personally prefer to fly.

So what have I learned from last night's 8 hour slumber?
  • I have a fear of holidays?
  • Drugs are bad?
  • My family is evil?
  • Santa Claus isn't real? No wait that's ridiculous of course he's real.
  • Nothing?
Let me know if you'd be interested in this incredible new teleportation drug. Or, if you want to share any of your recent dreams with me, I'll definitely read them and possibly even use my immense wisdom to tell you what they mean.

Yours inescapably,
Thoroughmas

PS. I just remembered that I also had a dream about some weird man breaking into my house and I had to call the police. Must've been a hectic night for my subconscious.

Monday, 4 June 2012

My Struggle With Character Differentiation

So lately I've been writing a screenplay for the first installation of a mini-series I've come up with. I can't say too much (complete lie, I'm just lazy) but it's essentially a tongue-in-cheek dramatic egotistical spy thriller sitcom. Now if only I could say it had explosions, then I could get phone calls from producers. Hmm. (Note to self: add more explosions.)

As I've slowly worked my way through developing this idea, I've realised I'm struggling with defining my characters. There are two main protagonists. They are capital-A Agents, working for a dodgy Intelligence Agency. I began with vague, flexible visions of these characters. They were both just quirky persons who were serious and seriously stuffed up in hilarious ways, both reaching pleasantly self-satisfying resolutions  at the conclusion of each conflict the plot throws at them. 

But when I realised I could interchange any piece of dialogue between these characters and it still worked in my mind, I realised I had one too many of the same character. Sure, I considered one to be more egotistical and subservient and the other to be a clumsy joker, but in the end these descriptions don't separate them enough.

It has made me ponder one of my favourite sitcoms, Black Books, and the dynamic it creates between Dylan Moran and Bill Bailey's characters. They're both wacky and have enough playful gullibility to get themselves into all sorts of comical situations, but they've got very different styles. Perhaps a lot of the credit goes to the actors, who are defining the personalities of their respective characters.

With that in mind, I'm starting to picture who I would/could/will cast in my mini-series production. Perhaps that will give them stronger personification in my mind's (rather gooey) eye.

Well, that's all I'm going to write on the matter for now. I'll let y'all know how things progress.

Yours intermittently,
Thoroughmas

Here, I Shall Write

There, I stated it. I'm going to write stuff here on this blog. Maybe now it will happen?

Anyway, whether or not you will end up reading my posts that may or may not end up existing here on this blog, don't forget to check out my nearly-as-uninformative videos over at my YouTube channel!

I guess this is where I throw in a comforting (for both you and I) cliché: stay tuned!

Yours ponderingly,
Thoroughmas