Owenza

Starting a new job is kind of like being the new kid in school. You don't know anyone, you don't know where anything is, and you're never quite ready for just how much is expected of you right off the bat. My very first shift went for ten hours. Ten hours of working my way through a pallet twice my height, opening boxes to restock the shelves, only to toss them back onto the pallet because there's no room to put anything. Like a new kid I expected a bit of hazing from the hardened veterans, but for the most part they left me alone. I guess it's because the ones that liked their jobs were busy working, and the ones that didn't were browsing ou

Cold. Cold and wet. That was all he could feel. He couldn't move, he couldn't see and the only sound he could hear was his own shallow, panicked breathing. Suddenly light seared his eyeballs as the world moved around him. He seemed to be lying in a sealed tube of some sort, but how he had got there and for what reason eluded him. Actually, everything eluded him. The tube slid open and newer air flowed over him, making his sweat-drenched body feel like ice. He wanted to sit up, to run from this place and never look back, but he couldn't so much as lift a finger or wiggle his toes. A rhythmic clacking approached him-footsteps. Suddenly he saw

People often ask me how I got into this business, this life. You’re not exactly gangster material, they say. And I guess they’re right. Anyone else and they’d have walked away with at least a broken nose, if they could walk away at all. I wasn’t born to crime; I wasn’t raised by violence; I chose this, purely because I had no other options. When the recession hit, everyone feared it was the Great Depression all over again. And in a way, they were right. Technically it wasn’t anywhere near as bad as that, but you gotta remember, these were a spoiled people. When the drought forced water restrictions upon them, th

‘He’s late.’ ‘He’ll be here.’ ‘Oh this is not good.’ ‘Well, you know how he likes to make an entrance.’ The two young men stood by the stream nervously as the townspeople moved about them. One was far too small for his age, the other too large. Side by side they looked positively absurd. Despite this, nobody paid them any mind; it was not them the people had come to see. Unable to contain his unease, the smaller one spoke again. ‘You’ve seen how useless a fighter I am, and you’re not much better. Without him, we don’t stand a chance.’ ‘Just wait,’ said

This is a followup to Proffate's "Voice Acting for Morons" and Doyvid's "Sound Recording for Idiots". My focus is on making the recording environment as comfortable as possible, to reduce distractions and detractions. NOTE: You don't have to be a dickhead for this to apply to you, but it helps. 1. HEAT This is not to do with giving such an awesome take that the microphone bursts into flames (though if you can do that, kudos and make a youtube video of it). Doyvid advised closing off the recording room and covering the computer tower with blankets to reduce ambient noise. I'd like to point out that while this shuts unwanted noise out, it al