Mitch meets the Devil

Truth be told, I have known him for half a decade. His name is Flash. No, not the man with the red lycra suit with the thunderbolt on it, but the software. Those who know me are aware of my problems with the program. It seems that unless the teacher who taught me Flash didn't know what she was talking about there is no reason why I face so many problems every time I use it. For instance, in the current project, I tried to rain letters down on the screen like water droplets, but when I tweened it the only thing visible on the screen was a single letter: N. Another time when I pressed F5 Flash did not insert frames as it should have; instead, it added them on top of another fragment of my work so that both sections appeared on screen at the same time, even though they were on different layers.

So work on the current project is slow but will soon be over. There isn't a lot of technical prowess shown in the piece, because I couldn't get most elements to work properly. It won't be as inundated with the variety of text involved in other students work, because using basic text and animations tends to hurt the pace. I worked with this though: what started as a stream of conscious ended up as a reaction to the piece. Indeed it goes further than this, entwining the monotony of working with Flash with the monotony of everyday living. I hope you enjoy it.