maybe im just old fashioned but i dont think indie animation should have celebrity voice actors. you should get michael who has a day job at starbucks to voice the lead. like god intended
Dwayne Johnson might disagree. He is a famous actor and he had to take special lessons to learn how to be a voice actor.
Voice acting takes an entirely different set of skills.
But who knows, maybe Michael is a natural or like, a fast learner?
Silver spoon do you think moana was an indie film
Of course not. The production budget of the film is inconsequential to my point. My point is voice acting is not something anyone can do with quality.
Are you saying indie films do not deserve the best voice actor/actress?
If you pay some random off the street and put them in front of a mike you’re not likely going to get any quality lines from them. It takes practice and dedication to the craft.
Watch the Team Four Star commentary and you will hear them talk about how voice acting is difficult if you want to get it right.
Silver spoon from hit cartoon “my little pony: friendship is magic” I did not say that they shouldn’t get professional voice actors. I said that indie animation should have smaller, less well known voice actors, instead of using the entire budget on getting household names (especially if it was crowdfunded via kickstarter or something). Indie animation deserves indie talent
As long as they know what they’re in for.
If one is not prepared one can literally injure their vocal cords. Taka tore his more than once voicing for DBZA. On that note, would you like to see my Nightmare Night costume?
Bitches love cannons, My spooky Darlings <3
Happy Nightmare Month >;2
silver spoon there is more to the voice acting scene than “veterans that have been doing the job for 30 years and are not struggling for work” and “people who dont even own a microphone” please god please god please god
I’m no longer holding Star Trek or Star Wars “accountable” for their clunky-looking sixties-and-seventies future technology.
Why?
Because the Enterprise is off on a years-long voyage through space. There’s no Verizon store, no Radio Shack, no Geek Squad out there. If the Klingons fire photon torpedoes and the bridge shakes and Spock’s head bangs against the fancy iPad72 touchscreen and cracks the glass, the ship’s toast. If Han Solo’s fingerprints get all over the starchart and the touch-calibration is off by half a centimeter, the Falcon is going right into a star. But if Mister Worf accidentally twists the command knob too hard and pops it off, he can just screw that thing right back on and it will keep working. Dust gets in there? Take it apart and clean it out. All the plugs are big and universal, all the power cells are functional and have a decent battery life, and nothing is built to expire in the next six months so you have to buy a new one.
That tech isn’t anachronistic or suffering a bad case of Zeerust–it’s practical, effective, and it works. Apple tried launching its own space exploration craft, it had to come back for full repairs within three months, and then it had to be upgraded over the next two.
But this? This is just good, long-lasting, fully-functional, and reliable craftsmanship.
The actual real-life space shuttles’ electronics looked pretty much like that for their entire lifespan and this is exactly why.
My god this is applicable to so many situations: this is in no way a WE situation.
I love all this. So good. And I once saw a friend pull out the ONLY ACCEPTABLE PARENT LINE in a situation like this: “Are you hurt, or just scared?” IT WAS LIKE MAGIC. The kid paused, inhaled, looked down at the body part in question, then looked back up and said, all calm again, “Oh, just scared!” and back to business as usual.
Btw if you live in a small town, complaining on facebook works. My mother started stirring up shit about our local stray cat situation and now there’s an active effort to collect oprhaned/stray kittens and foster/neuter them, and put them up for adoption
Check if your town has a dedicated facebook group. Join. Get active. I’m serious. Works for medium towns too not just small ones.
i feel like counter-trolling is an essential skill that kids online aren’t learning and it’s kinda worrying
like back in my day, the day of online forums, learning how to trick someone in to getting themselves banned was an essential skill. if you could tell someone was a chud, you would ask them short, leading questions and watch them get frustrated and post longer and longer rants until they said something that would catch a mod’s attention and get them banned and/or at least publicly humiliated.
and guess what? that’s the exact same tactics the alt-right use now. these people are exclusively acting in bad faith. every interaction these people post online is done with the intention of getting someone to respond to them so they can screenshot the massive paragraphs of text and laugh
so, what’s the solution?
dare ‘em to post dick pics.
don’t acknowledge the content of the stuff they post. if you see someone trying to engage you in bad faith just dare them to post pictures of their penis until they either get frustrated and leave or get frustrated and do it. either way they lose.
this is the tactic used by the fans of a podcast (that i haven’t listened to) called the Chapo Trap House, and 4chan’s /pol/ users fucking HATE them. they hate Chapo Trap House and think they’re crazy because Chapo Trap House fans refuse to engage in meaningful debate and repeatedly demand dick pics. they get frustrated and leave. it works.
Some of you never used your position as a mod on an a series of unfortunate events forum to get a racist troll to post evidence of their tax fraud and it shows
…that second comment is oddly specific and I’m a little scared
DON’T LET THIS GO OUT OF CIRCULATION. ADD MORE ONTO IT. QUEUE IT. DON’T LET THIS SITE FUCKING FORGET. THIS TRIAL COULD HAVE MASSIVE CONSEQUENCES FOR THE WHOLE INTERNET.
Not sure how many people thought about this but all of Tails’s counterparts were bullied for different reasons. All of their names are connected to said bullying.
Nine was bullied due to his appearance. The older Foxes thought it was funny that he was born with with 2 tails instead of one. (I suspect that Tails’s old bullies counterparts might’ve ended up in the same location, similar to Eggman’s counterparts.)
As a result, Nine became insecure about his real tails and made several mechanical ones to use against those bullies or creeps, as he calls them. Nine’s mechanical tails, quickly became his namesake and he decided that he wasn’t going to like or care about anyone unless they worked hard to prove they deserve his affection.
Nine also might’ve made the mechanical tails with the idea of “You don’t like My real tails, which are of no danger to you? Fine! Let’s see how you like My Metal tails, which can and will destroy you if you don’t stop!”
When Sonic called him “Tails Nine”, Nine hated it since while Sonic meant it as a affectionate nickname, that doesn’t change the fact that Nine spent at least half of his life with “Tails” being used as a derogatory nickname.
Sails meanwhile was bullied due to his occupation. Because of how Dread treated Captain Jack and the rest of his old crew, they grew resentful and began targeting Dread, Batten, Black and Sails.
As a result, Sails became somewhat paranoid as he quickly accused Sonic of being a member of the old crew and wanted to attack him until he realized that Sonic was too fast to be a member of the old crew. Similar to the rest of the crew, Sails doesn’t have much fighting experience since Dread temporarily quit piracy after Captain Jack turned against him.
I’m calling the accusation paranoia because The only vehicles around belonged to Dread, Batten, Black and Sails. Plus Sonic was unarmed and by himself. (While Sonic has superspeed, can teleport and has beaten enemies on multiple occasions, Sails had no way of knowing that.)
Sails presumably got his nickname because he specializes in working with sails. He appears to be shown napping in one and the other Counterparts of Tails got their names due to what they do.
Mangey was bullied because of his wild nature. Given what the word Mangey means, his name likely originated as an insult. Mangey is the only one of Tails’s counterparts who didn’t know how to fly until after meeting Sonic.
Mangey has a monkey see, monkey do mindset. After witnessing the other scavengers treating the plants badly, he quickly copied. So Thorn sent him to live in the canopy just like the rest of the scavengers. Every time Mangey was successful in getting food, it was quickly taken away by someone else.
Feelings is the only word that Mangey can say and Mangey was the only one who liked Sonic’s idea of everyone talking about their feelings. (Possibly because he’s used to nobody caring about his thoughts and he wanted that to change).
Car-to-car communications are developed so that cars can negotiate manoeuvres on the road
Someone (let’s face it: GM) adds a transaction system so that you can pay someone to get out of your lane if you’re in a hurry
Navigation systems are used to implement a stock market trading convenience and speed in real time on the road
People realize that if you cause traffic you can be paid to get out of the way
Grifters form into roving packs that intentionally slow down traffic to extract tolls from cars
As a result, commuters group cars together and pool funds to purchase passage through swarms of grifters at a lower overall cost
Major corridors consisting of large packs moving together become the only viable way to navigate even moderately sized roads and all highways.
Size competition between grifter packs and commuter packs, commuters start scheduling coordinated travel between population centers so that a large enough pack can be formed to outcompete grifters
oops that’s a train
OP, this is a brilliant demonstration of how
a) science fiction writers work out story ideas per Theodore Sturgeon’s edict to “Ask the next question,” and
b) how late-stage capitalism creates cyberpunk dystopias
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The future…is now.
Oh of COURSE it’s a Honda Insight. The legendary hypermiler has found another way to reduce fuel costs: make someone else pay for it!
when i first saw him i thought he was pondering at his reflection in the water but then i realized hes just begging for this drowned to come to the surface so he can chuck him across the river like the sack of wet meat he is
that caption got better and better with every word
They didn’t just cut out the parts with the oat milk, they skillfully edited over all the god-damn branding and replaced the audio.
But what I still find most hilarious about this whole commercial is the fact that everything they show in this solar punk world seems to be made with sustainable, zero waste and reusable materials.
Everything EXCEPT THE FUCKING CHOBANI BRANDED STUFF! The only plastic you see in this whole commercial is all the straight to the landfill packaging made by the very corporation that tries to sell how sustainable and “green” they are. Unintentional self satire at its finest.
They couldn’t even show their yogurt and milk in (basically infinitely reusable) glass containers because they pretty much only sell their shit in plastic
It is such a perfect example of the true face of “green” capitalism, it’s hilarious.
The punk in this solarpunk comes from cutting the corporation out of the picture
One of the most bizarrely cool people I’ve ever met was an oral surgeon who treated me after a ridiculous accident (that’s another story), Dr. Z.
Dr. Z. was, easily, the best and most competent doctor or dentist I’ve ever encountered – and after that accident, I encountered quite a number. He came stunningly highly recommended, had an excellent record, and the most calming bedside manner I’ve ever seen.
That last wasn’t the sweet gentle caretaking sort of manner, which some nurses have but you wouldn’t expect to see in a surgeon. No; when Dr. Z. told me that one of my broken molars was too badly damaged to save, and I (being seventeen and still moderately in shock) broke down crying, he stared at me incredulously and said, in a tone of utter bemusement, “But – I am very good.”
I stopped crying on the spot. In the last twenty-four hours or so of one doctor after another, no one had said anything that reassuring to me. He clearly just knew his own competence so well that the idea of someone being scared anyway was literally incomprehensible to him. What more could I possibly ask for?
(He was right. The procedure was very extended, because the tooth that needed to be removed was in bits, but there was zero pain at any point. And, as he promised, my teeth were so close together that they shifted to fill the gap to where there genuinely is none anymore, it’s just a little easier to floss on that side.)
But Dr. Z.’s insane competence wasn’t just limited to oral surgery.
When I met Dr. Z., he, like most doctors I’ve had, asked me if I was in college, and where, and what I was studying. When I say “math,” most doctors respond with “oh, wow, good for you” or possibly “what do you want to do with that after college?”
Dr. Z. wanted to know what kind of math.
I gave him the thirty-second layman’s summary that I give people who are foolish enough to ask that. He responded with “oh, you mean–” and the correct technical terms. I confirmed that was indeed what I meant (and keep in mind, this was upper-division college math, you don’t take this unless you’re a math major). He asked cogent follow-up questions, and there ensued ten or so minutes of what I’d call “small talk” except for how it was an intensely technical mathematical discussion.
He didn’t, as far as I can tell, have any kind of formal math background. He just … knew stuff.
I was a competitive fencer at this point in time, so when he asked if I had any questions about the surgery that would be necessary, I asked him if I’d be okay to fence while I had my jaw wired shut, or if it would interfere with breathing.
“Fencing?” he said.
“Yes,” I said, “like swordfighting,” because this is another conversation I got to have a lot. (People assume they’ve misheard you, or occasionally they think you mean building fences.)
“Which weapon?”
“Uh. Foil.”
“No, it won’t be safe,” and he went off into an explanation of why.
Turns out, he was also a serious fencer – and, when I mentioned my fencing coach, an old friend of his. (I asked my fencing coach later, and, oh yes, Dr. Z., a good friend of mine, excellent fencer.) (My coach was French. Dr. Z. was Israeli. I never saw Dr. Z. around the club or anything. I have no idea how they knew each other.)
So this was weird enough that later, when I was home, I looked Dr. Z. up on Yelp. His reviews were stellar, of course, but that wasn’t the weird thing.
The weird thing was that the reviews were full of people – professionals in lots of different fields – saying the same thing: I went to Dr. Z. for oral surgery, and he asked me about what I did, and it turned out he knew all about my field and had a competent and educated discussion with me about the obscure technical details of such-and-such.
All sorts of different fields, saying this. Lawyers. Businessmen. Musicians.
As far as I can tell, it’s not that I just happened to be pursuing the two fields he had a serious amateur interest in – he just seemed to be extremely good at literally everything.
I have no explanation for this. Possibly he sold his soul to the devil.
we genuinely need to stop these people this has gone too fucking far
sorry wrenlee we can’t put your drawing of mommy and daddy up on the wall. it doesn’t match mommy’s insta aesthetic. now here’s some cardboard beige paint and get to work. i want to see every inch of this canvas colored. mommy has a reel due by the end of the day for her 10k followers
“The medieval warrior, realizing the consequences of his impulsive act, immediately approached the owner of the drone and offered to pay for the damage.
The owner of the drone was so impressed by the brilliant attack that he suggested organizing a competition for bringing down “dragons” with short spears next year.
Drone owners have another year to develop a unique “dragon-like” design for their flying machines.” (x)
I am 100% cooler with this knowing that the spear-thrower realized “oops maybe I shouldn’t have done that” and tried to make it right, and that the guy who the drone belonged to was cool with it
just so everyone knows, this has already been memorialized in a runestone
Everything about this post blesses those involved with a +4 on their next Today is Good Day roll
I crack up every time at seeing that runestone.
Thats literally how mythology happens btw
Thats literally
how mythology happens
btw
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
the dogs wouldn’t stop getting in my dads gross chair so he carved this weird sculpture of his own frowning face with a chainsaw and puts it on the chair when he’s not sitting in it. the dogs are scared of it
Rich people openly brag about intentionally choosing to live off of other people’s hard work, while they shame poor people for receiving financial assistance that they need to live.
tumblr is special because I can make someone unhappy just by writing down my thoughts & then they’ll thank me and ask me for more
How dare you be right about this. Please continue
due to plaque buildup, human arteries are sometimes crunchy. also, the arteries themselves are made of a smooth, elastic (possibly gummy?) type of tissue.
therefore, I imagine that eating a diseased human artery would be a similar experience, texture-wise, to slurping one of THESE babies
i hate seeing people now making fun of those who care about privacy online. i’ve seen people saying things like “well they already have your data. what are companies going to do with it” and it’s like, that’s not the point. it’s that companies /shouldn’t/ be able to have my data and sell it. am i aware they probably already have my data? yes, absolutely. but i’m still going to try and keep them from monetizing it any further, why are we defending companies selling data they shouldn’t have to begin with though?
adding this to the post because, 100%, just there’s a fire doesn’t mean you should pour gasoline on it
I have like ten different ad and/or tracking blockers on my PC and phone… just out of pure spite
Is there any benefit to using multiple ad blockers at once? I honestly don’t know, but I haven’t seen a single ad on the internet in ages and I get to use this image:
you know i never can understand people who like freak out about being in a simulation. it’s like on the same level as when like in middle school nerds trying to sound cool and detached are like “well actually emotions aren’t real, it’s just chemicals in your brain”. like yeah that’s cool but like that doesn’t mean it’s not real. like if the world was a simulation, how does that actually change shit besides idk cause some crisis of faith for however many people. nothing materially has changed. you will still have things you care about and can still get food poisoning
“wahhhh wahhh im a little baby who is soooo scared wahhh wahhh everything is fake wahhh wahhh”
girls go to college to get more knowledge. men go to svalbard to die in the polar night.
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oh my god
men when they die in svalbard
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and waste fresh meat???
I didn’t think that it would be more wild, but it is. Terrifying.
Oh yes. The graveyard is quarantined.
Longyearbyen has some other nice laws, such as it being illegal to lock the doors of houses and cars (so that people can escape polar bears), or it being illegal to leave the town without firearms (so that people can defend themselves from polar bears.)
