Singing fun

Saw this assignment and thought it seemed pretty fun, so I chose Gaelic Storm’s Johnny tarr. I doubt many people listen to this type of music, but its great! So I just had some fun and sung along to it!

When I edited the song into the video, it ended up perfectly fitting on top of the video, no finessing needed to get it to line up!

Here’s a youtube link to the song if anybody wants it, Johnny Tarr


My ‘exciting’ hobby, painting miniatures.

It’s really hard to create a video when your best recording devices is a tie up between your phone and your laptop’s webcam. At first I considered trying to do a slideshow of stages of painting a model for this project, but after taking the first couple pictures while painting, I realized they were hardly better, so instead I stuck closer to the assignment and just did a short video of me actively doing the hobby. Still unfortunately can’t get good quality, but it went better in my opinion since the hobby was at least actively happening.

The Wild Seven

The Seven Character Story Treatment assignment seemed perfect for using the class’s various characters. Classic teamup movies where wildly different characters must form a cohesive whole is also such a common trope, so this just seemed too perfect to pass up.



The job was impossible, steal the entire wealth of the Quinada gang from right under their noses. The same Quinada gang that had just wiped out an entire U.S. infantry base for that same wealth barely two months ago. Who had brought them together, none were certain, but each had gotten a letter telling them just what they needed to hear to get them on the job.

Kyle Masala, an ex soldier in the army who knew many of the men the Quinada gang killed who wants to see their spirits put to rest.

Jacali, the Apache tribe who can guide the group to the Quinada gang’s holdout to briefly get away from her husband and because the mysterious benefactor promised protection from U.S. encroachment for her tribe.

“The Unexpected Gun”, the son of a sheriff who secretly helps his father take down criminals, despite nobody knowing he’s the fastest gun in the west, the letter was explicitly addressed to him to heed the call and reclaim the gold.

Merrel Shale, the gambler who could stay calm in any situation. This endeavour was sold to him as the biggest gamble of his life, enough gold to set him for life, and all he had to do was get the group in.

Andy Slupek, the bank robber. Despite eluding the bounty hunters seeking the fortune put on his head, the same letter that found everyone else found him as well. The greatest heist in history, making even the sum on his head seem paltry in comparison.

Agnus, a bar tender out to save her bar from debt, when she overheard the group talking about their big plan, she gave them a simple ultimatum, cut her in on the deal, or the gossip wheel would start churning.

Richard Crawlston, a gaunt old undertaker who arrived with no letter, but a derringer and a carriage big enough for the seven of them.

Together, they form the Wild Seven, to clash with the Quinada gang is their destiny.

Space Reclamation

So foreword here to explain, this story is going to be for the assignment “Different Point Of View – Same Place”. Which says to write out a movie scene from a different character’s point of view. Well since we need to do have our characters intersect with other characters, I thought this would be cool to warp a bit and instead of doing a movie scene, I’d use another classmate’s story (In this case, it is my radioshow group mate’s intro story for his character Donnie Rejj,

Cyborg Space Cowboy… I couldn’t resist.

. The idea being how would a sci fi rendition of my character go about his business upon arriving at the scene. I figured in the vastness of space, where a single man can be hard pressed to be noticed, to keep up his mortuary mystery he’d need to be part of a bigger mysterious organization that can have myths around it.


Each step Crawlston took deeper into the station caused thicker and thicker fog to condense on his facemask’s eye lenses until they were little more than white plates. Unlike the miners who had uneasily greeted him at the air lock, his enviro-suit was visibly archaic, using materials and technology not seen on a modern suit in dozens of years with a gaunt, almost skull-like facemask that looked like something warriors of the Great War would’ve worn millenia ago on Earth. It lacked the modern conveniences of the miner’s suits like naturally fog resistant glass, even so, he seemed unphased by the near opaque wall of condensation on the lenses as he purposefully strode into the empty facility. Only a hand torch he carried with him lit the dank interior of the building. Despite protocol being for a miner to escort him to the bodies, none volunteered and instead all skulked around the ship they arrived on, talking to each other on private comms channels that Richard was unable to tune into.

Crawlston already knew where his objectives were to be located and went directly to his first task. It was said to be a bar,  but Crawlston had seen drug dens with more style and character than it. A barren room of steel walls that reflected his torch’s light wherever he showed it and beaten up, semi rusty stools greeted him, but he ignored them all, instead instantly locking his vision on the giant concrete slab that served as the bar’s counter, where a man was slumped over, almost like a drunkard save for the rouge pool that was spread out on the counter and dribbling down thru the grated floor.

Without wasting a moment, Crawlston approached the corpse, finally taking a moment to clear the dog from his lenses before bending over to inspect the body.

“Incision, base of skull, two point one centimeters wide, five point eight centimeters deep. Severance of spinal chord likely cause of death”

Nobody was around to hear him, but the auto-mnemonic  electronics device implanted into his skull immediatly recorded all of his statements for later study. He reached into a pocket on one of his hips and pulled out six circular pads, each about the size of his palm and the thickness of a  bottlecap. With practiced hands he applied a disk to each limb, the man’s back, and the man’s head. Upon placing the final one, all six lit up red and a shimmering field encased the dead barkeeper. With a casual wave of his hand, the six pads started humming and lifted the barkeeper from his slouch, gently leaning him back into a reclining position. Where the blood had been slowly oozing out the back of his neck and his mouth, it had ceased within the field. Another hand wave as he walked out of the bar and the dead man started drifting towards him as he made his way to his ship.

Beyond the airlock, the miners were still standing glumly around, mutely refusing to lift their heads to look at the undertaker or his freshest charge. They all knew the procedure in the event of deaths such as these, up high sends an undertaker, body disappears, nobody speaks of it or else ‘accidents’ happen. Once the man was gone, they’d get life support back on and a new engineer and barkeeper would be sent out. The less they thought about it, and the less they questioned it, the better.

The body gently floated up the ramp to Crawlston’s ship as Crawlston watched. Once it was securely on board, he turned around and walked back in to find his next objective, a Mister Danny.

Poor singing of The Rolling Stones Sympathy For The Devil


So most of this song is pretty understandable, but there were three parts that got me for a long time while listening to this, “made damn sure that Pilate washed his hands, sealed his fate” I always heard “Pilate” as “pilot”, “When the blitzkrieg raged and the bodies stank” I always heard as “and the grand charade”, and “who killed the kennedies, when after all it was you and me” I always heard as “when after all it was U.M.E.” All three seem pretty non sensical. I used  Audacity and mixed my voice over top of the regular song playing.

Come listen to Tombcast Radio!


Tombcast Radio is coming to a station near you! Featuring Mason, James and Josh, this half hour block about DS106 and the West will be a knock-your-hat-off good time! We will be conversing, sharing jokes, facts, and anecdotes for the entire block with sound effects. Get ready!


So the poster for the Tombcast was pretty simple, since tombstones are already a sort of iconic thing of the west and our radioshow’s name is riffing off it a bit, it only makes sense to have the poster contain a tombstone. The fist kind of makes calls to several things, youth revolution, pop culture, partying, and a never-stay-dead attitude like that of the wild west. Used MS Paint for all of it.

Buy saddles today! Radio commercial

Used Audacity alongside a script to make a radio commercial themed for the old west for saddles. I took Aerosmith’s “Back In The Saddle” and using Audacity looped the intro until the very end of the commercial at which point I added the fitting vocals from the song.

A Friendly Talk With The Sheriff Starring Mr. Crawlston


Pretty quick and easy, I created a short script and went through it. I tried my best to have different accents, but after several tapings I still realize that both characters sound similar. I took several sounds from to help fill it out more and mixed them together via audacity.


s a short story of Mr Crawlston being detained by the sheriff because of the many suspicious townsfolk, while being interrogated, Mr. Crawlston mysteriously frees himself and manages to play a trick on the sheriff without even noticing, and leaves the sheriff’s office with the mystery still in the air