iWrite Website Analysis: Robert McCambridge

Website: http://msn.co.nz/

As Wysocki says, “The visual presentation of a page or screen gives you an immediate sense of its genre.” (Wysocki, 2004. Pg.123). This accurate analogy explains how the manner in which a website’s features are arranged can greatly affect not only its genre but also its target audience. In this website analysis paper I will be discussing the major factors and features which contribute to making a successful website, and whether they match the context in which the genres have been placed into.

One of the first things that catch our attention on this particular website homepage is the day’s headlines, followed by a large static image placed to the right which relates to its neighbouring headlines. These bring the reader’s eyes straight to the centre of the web page, pulling their attention towards the most important area of the website. This also leaves room for the reader to look elsewhere when their eyes move away from the central image, leading the reader’s focus to images and text around the central images which leaves them to explore the page further, rather than looking away and becoming bored of the website as a whole. Website designers often leave a trail of aesthetic visual images from the main section of a website such as sub-headlines or attractive advertisements in sidebars, all in the name of exposure. If a person has to scroll down the page to reveal the full text of these images then it leaves a whole other window of opportunity to reveal more of the website, thus keeping the reader on the site for a little while longer.

Text in a website is crucial. There are not many web pages which contain just static images and videos unless it’s specifically used for an image gallery or slideshow. Every home page contains text whether it is formal or informal. “All page and screen based texts are (therefore) visual elements and arrangements can be analysed.” (Wysocki, 2004. Pg. 124). Text serves the purpose of not only the display of written information; the text displayed and formatted on a web page matches the website’s context as well. The context of the website which I am analysing matches the way in how the text is displayed because it is a news and current event site. A headline conveniently placed in the top left corner of the site can make all the difference in terms of textual and visual flow, which is what msn.co.nz does exactly. In terms of fonts, they have taken a very formal approach towards the websites overall look. This website’s font uses something very simple and easy to read due to its simplicity. This portrays a straight forward and to-the-point attitude which relates to the website’s formal context. If a more informal font were to be used for example, not only would it indicate a low level of professionalism from a company page, it would not blend in with the context of the website itself. However, if curvy and whacky fonts were to be used in a website with a completely different type context such as an entertainment or social website, then this would be deemed appropriate. Another way in which the website’s fonts and headings stand out more is the use of hyperlinks. These ‘links’ highlight key words either in part of one of their news articles or even as one of their headings. Hyperlinked news headlines can link straight to the article included. The hyperlinks not only stand out amongst the sea of words on the screen but also serve as space savers, leaving the home page looking free of clutter and entire news articles.

A specific use of text structure is used throughout this website which highlights the site’s professional context, and has created the advantage of keeping statements short and simple. All of the important information in a news article is stated in brief during the first couple of sentences with the article opening up to more and more details the further you scroll down. The combination of its context and it’s textual structure reflects the type of people or market it has aimed for. Its formality makes it acceptable for the site to be used at the office which is where people are at their busiest. The busier a person is the less time they have to read through an entire article, so only the vital information in the text is stated first.

The website’s use of light colours, simple text structure and visual images all contribute towards not only the look of the website, but also to its specific context. It is therefore critical that a website must go through extensive planning and experimenting before a final product can be distributed through the web. A website’s first impressions are always what bring a reader back to visit again, which is why msn.co.nz has a massive popularity rating and has become a default home page for many computers around the country.

Website analysis essay

David's Fan Fiction - Breaking Bad

Hey Lads and Ladettes, here is my FF on one of my favourite shows, Breaking Bad. It's longer than I expected, (1309 wds) - sorry. No flaming and plenty of feedback please!

Walter sat at the breakfast table looking over the remnants of Skylar and Walter Jnr’s breakfast spread he had eagerly prepared before they got up. For Walter rising early was a non-issue, he could barely sleep. He had trouble when this whirlwind had all began, and ever since the Tuco escapade, he only managed a couple hours drifting in and out, tops. He stood and cleared the plates with his fluctuating mind still dominated by Jesse. He was mentally in a rut with imagery of immense hurt and death. ‘I was there’, he thought, ‘Why didn’t I do something?!’ He slammed his fist on the table to snap himself out of the train.

Three nights earlier he came to Jesse’s duplex to check on him after gaining some perspective after a conversation from a stranger at a bar. There of course was no answer so he went around the back to get in through the door he’d already broken into once before. When he got in he saw them, two zombies lying in a synthetic, inhumane psychosis. He looked at Jesse living on Mars and felt an emotional cocktail - sorrow, disappointment, and anger.

He went over to Jesse and his frown softened. The man at the bar made him realise that he cared for Jesse like a son.

‘Jesse, Jesse! Wake up!’

Nothing. He started to shake him and slap his face.

‘Jesse! Wake up for Christ’s sake!’

A murmur, then nothing.

He looked over at her. Walter thought of her as the root of this horrific problem. She was lying in an unnatural way over Jesse, and he pushed her body back so she rested on her back. He tried to bring Jesse back again to no avail.

He stood and sighed, and looked down at the syringes in disgust. He knew Jesse could be foolish, but this was next level.

He walked to the door to leave. Then he thought he heard Jesse coughing, he spun around and looked, but Jesse was still out cold. It was the girl. She seemed to be choking. Walter began to realise what was happening - she was convulsing, and choking on her own vomit. He shuffled over to her side of the bed and crouched down as if to manoeuvre her, but hesitation completely halted him. He just stood there in a stationary panic. You could hear her lungs striving against the wet muck lodged in her mouth and throat. He just kept watching in what was incredibly surreal viewing. And then she stopped. She was dead.

Walter drifted to the door and looked back at the girl, and then Jesse. He told his mind to stop, but a sentence leaked out. ‘Maybe this is a good thing.’ He cursed himself and left silently.

Walter was still washing up when replaying the events at Jesse’s three nights before. He looked out the window to what was another scorching Albuquerque day. He had to find out what the aftermath was, how Jesse was handling things. He would after teaching his last chemistry class for the day. He hoped Jesse hadn’t done something stupid.

Jesse’s place was a mess, but clean of any evidence of drug use. Walter was almost glad. The police and paramedics had clearly been here, but it looked as though it was just to take the body, it also seemed Jesse had still been around. He wasn’t anywhere to be seen now though.

‘What the hell are you doing here? – Hey wait, don’t I know you?’

Walter turned around and surprisingly saw the insightful man from the bar.

‘Ah...yes, I believe we met at the bar up at Los Duranes’ Walter stammered.

‘So what brings you here’? Asked the bar guy.

‘Oh, I just came to visit my nephew, but he doesn’t seem to be home so I’ll just...’

‘Jesse?’ The bar patron asked really quite heavily. ‘That little asshole is your nephew?’

‘Well, yeah, Walter started to explain, he raised his palm out, I don’t know about a little asshole’

‘He killed my Janie!’ Bar dude exclaimed, he was cracking; he looked down in an attempt to refrain from crying.

Walter was surprised, and was thinking of how to rid himself of the situation as quickly as possible.

‘What? How? When?! Walter asked. He seemed genuinely shocked and concerned.

‘Three days ago, B-G sniffed and got it together. ‘I saw him in the morning when the paramedics came here’, haven’t seen him since’.

Walter put his arm on the guy he met at the bar, ‘Thank-you’ he said solemnly. And he raced off to his car. He sat and watched Jane’s father from the bar walk back into the duplex which was attached to Jesse’s. Walt needed to know where Jesse could have gone. He had become a full-throttle junkie, and had one of the worst wake-ups of any man’s life - to find the woman you love dead on a come-down off probably the most potent drug known. Then Walt clicked. He remembered hearing of a barren, run-down building complex on the outskirts of town that housed the lowest of the low common denominators. The lost souls - heroin addicts.

He drove up the pot-holed road of his destination after about a twenty-minute drive. It was a long alley way driveway he needed to go up to get into the complex, but it was guarded by a burly Mexican man. He stopped the car by him.

‘I don’t know what you’re doing here homes, but an old man like you don’t belong out here’. Announced Burly.

‘I know, but I’m looking for someone – my nephew. Walt explained. I need to see him before he does something stupid.’

Burly barely looked down at him. ‘I don’t give a shit, it’s your funeral puto. Just don’t expect me to help you if one of these freaks tries to glass you’. Then he just walked away.

‘Glass me?’ Walter was trying to decipher the slang as he drove down the alley.

He had to walk through two rooms of the filthiest, saddest, most disgusting form of life he had ever seen. And the smell was indescribable. He walked into the third and most populated room and whimsically looked to find Jesse.

‘Jesse?!’

No sight of him. Walter stepped cautiously over bodies to get to what looked like the remains of a bathroom. He saw another man crouched over Jesse. The junkie was strangling him with a belt! He raced over and pulled the junkie off him.

‘Jesse! Oh my god’.

Jesse’s eyes were bulging out of his head, he looked half dead.

‘What were you doing to him?!’ Walter screamed at the twisted junkie.

‘Whoa chill out man. He wanted me to do it, said he’d give me the rest of his stash.’ Said Junkie, and looked extremely hard done by for Walter yelling at him.

Walter looked back at Jesse who was looking down at his arm, and cutting it deeply with a sharp piece of glass.

‘What the hell are you doing?!’ Walter shook Jesse, and threw away the glass. He started ripping off his sleeve to apply dressing for the severe cut.

Jesse’s bloodshot, dull eyes turned slowly to Walt and when they met with Walt’s, he just slowly shook his head. That mustering what seemed to be his last remaining energy, his eyes turned up in only the way they can when you die.

Walt sat and cradled Jesse for ten minutes silently. He had to leave this hell on earth to arrive on time for dinner with Skylar and Walt Jnr. He had to eat enchiladas and play happy families. They of course knew nothing, - he had to protect them. But it’s not to say that it wasn’t hard to lose his business partner, his friend, his so-called nephew.

SAW Fanfiction

Hey Guys

This is my fan fiction. It is based around the horror movie franchise, 'SAW.'

SAW

A New Beginning

Sam awoke with a start. He was lying on his back on some kind of bed, in a room he did not recognize. Though he could not see it, he could feel by the gravity that he was lying upright on a near 45 degree angle. Through the dim light he could see the walls were dark, not black; just dark. He turned his head from side to side, but the surroundings were all the same. Sam couldn’t remember a thing of what had happened apart from going to sleep the previous night and now awaking in this serial environment. Groaning, Sam attempted to lift his body upright but an obstacle prevented him from doing this. It appeared that he was confined to where he was lying and could not get up. His arms, also restrained, were spread out sideways strapped at the wrists. Panic started to ensue as Sam began to thrash against his bindings, screaming out in fear of the unknown.

Suddenly bright lights began to flicker above him, illuminating the room in a florissant white glow. As his eyes adjusted to the blinding light, the first thing Sam saw was his own face staring back at him in a mirror that covered the wall. Sam suddenly realized that the mirror was the wall, in fact the whole room which surrounded him was made of mirrors, rotating his head as far as it would allow him, Sam could see his reflection every which way he looked. It became clear what his predicament was. He was lying on a gurning, metal restraints, shaped for his body were holding him in place at his legs, torso, wrists and neck. Without warning a television, Sam had not noticed before, flickered on directly in front of him. An image of a crude, sadistic ventriloquist doll appeared before him. Jigsaw. Sam had read the papers, he knew what this was, he knew the white face of the doll, its black eyes, red lips and its appropriate dress of a suit and red bow tie.

“Hello, Mr. Cunningham,” came the deep, dark voice of Jigsaw which sent collective shivers of fear down Sam’s spine. “I want to play a game. For years you have worked as a pharmacist in one of the most poorest areas of the city. People pay you money for medicine they can hardly afford, putting trust in you so you will make them better. But you, Sam, you cheat them. Diluting their prescriptions, you force them to come back again and again until they can afford no more and subsequently many have died. Your greed has led you here Mr. Cunningham, your selfish lust of money has brought you here so you can be tested. Each of your hands sit on the edge of a glass box,’ Sam looked and saw that his hands were in such a position. “You will push your hands into the box slowly releasing a lever which will start a saw on each side, cutting between your fingers. But you must keep pushing your hands in on the lever to speed up the saw. Only when it is at full speed and the saws have cut through your hands will the clamps restraining you be released.” “But be aware. There are two large blades perpendicular to the sides of your neck. They will swing closer and closer to your neck. When the clock starts you will have 90 seconds to release yourself from your restraints, or have the blades sever your head from your body. Live or die, Sam. Make your choice.”

The video ended, Jigsaw disappearing from view. Sam began to scream, “Let me go you bastard! Let me go! You hear?!” Writhing and twisting, Sam attempted to break from his bonds but it was impossible. Then came the click. Sam had pulled the pin which started the timer. On top of the TV was black digital clock displaying a glow of red digits; 90 seconds and closing. The two blades near to the sides of Sam’s neck began to swing slowly in cohesion. Sam’s panic reached its climax. He struggled uncontrollably to break the bonds, shaking, twisting, swearing, screaming. He glanced at the clock, 75 seconds remaining. Sam knew what he had to do. He had to play the game or die where he lay.

Taking a deep breath, Sam pushed both hands into the box. The back of his hands applied pressure on the levers and the saws slowly began to spin. The first cut was the most painful experience of Sam’s life. The saws began to cut through his hands between the third and forth finger, blood beginning to flow, bones beginning to crack. Sam screamed again. The agony was incredible, nothing could describe the pain. Another look at the clock revealed 45 seconds left, his hands now cut halfway through, the saw gaining momentum. But the blades were swinging faster, closer. Sam howled in anguish, blood was now spurting out at will and his hands looked as if they were mince meat. With one last push he shoved his hands one last time. The saws were now spinning at top speed running through his hands more cleanly and precise, the blades swaying back and forth, faster and faster; closer and closer. 17 seconds. Sam screamed once more.

Crash! He fell to the floor. The clamps had released him and the blades had stopped. He coward on the floor in a fetal position, moaning, blood soaked. Jigsaw entered the room on his tricycle, the brakes squeaking as he came to a stop. The doll looked directly at Sam. “Well done, Mr. Cunningham. You have sacrificed your hands in order to live. You have won. Cherish your life Mr. Cunningham or it will be taken. I will be watching.” Without another word, Jigsaw turned the bike and road out of the room.

The Strange stop over in Kaiju Island - By Mico aka Conrad Gaerlan

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Rawr Hey, This is my first fanfiction so no Flaming or Burning pls…
This is also my first time to write something silly and random so bear with me…
But anyways have fun…
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The Strange stop over in Kaiju Island


* Somewhere In Idaho *

“Argh!, Flippin’ Idiot!” He yelled “I forgot my chapstick, Gosh!” his swung down from a normal angle to a 45 degree angle. Napoleon continued to bike on the long long long road it was so so so hot, as he cycled in this stupid hot day he looked backed and realize his super Aquaman maybe limited edition for nerds was gone… “Dang it! The flippin’ string broke…” moaning all the way back to his cottage home…



* Somewhere In Idaho – In Napoleons house *

Napoleon all sweaty wearing his “I voted for Pedro!”shirt was soaked it smelt like Idaho’s cows… He opened the fridge and drank some Cool Aid… “Bring ring ing...” he picked up the phone
“Hello”
“Hello… Is this Napoleono Dionomaitu?”
“Yea”
“Hello this is Yama-san from Japan and we saw your artwork online that you posted in “www.weheartligaanimalssososomuch.com” and we would like you to visit here in Japan all accommodations are paid.”
“Ugh… Fine… but only if you guys let me join the Ninja Intelligence Association Club”
“Ok ok ok…”



* Somewhere in Idaho – Airport *

“Thanks Pedro”
“Ok, here’s a Pinata for you to bring in Japan”
“OK”
As they both hug each other it was a friendly hug they felt kind of a sad feeling inside them like the feeling in the movie Castaway when Tom Hanks left the plane … Pedro biked back waving his arms slowly in Hollywood slow-motion. Smiling and till you can only see his mustache…


* Somewhere in the Pacific Ocean *

Suddenly the plane was shaking rigorously like a psycho man with Parkinsons but 100000 times stronger “Bam! Crunk! Poing!” Napoleon still sleeping… the plane broke into half and crashed…
“Ugh…” Napoleon woke up in a random island but it looked familiar it looked like the island in castaway as he saw the wilson ball all flat and washed up “Stupid Wilson You should’ve have made if you just didn’t drift away like that from Tom Hanks…”

As he tried to wander off the island… out of nowhere a massive grey monster appeared it was huge it stood 500 feet high and it looked like a mutated lizard in a mascot costume. “RRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWR!” the beast roared…
Napoleon started to run like hell this time not lunging forward but in a sprinter way from side to side his legs were pretty bulky to come and think of it he doesn’t have a car to drive to get to somewhere in Idaho and all he did was biking and running to get to point A and B…

The beast spat fireball aiming at Napoleon but the beast can’t aim burning half of the islands tropical resources… All of a sudden Napoleon stopped and the beast stopped. They gazed and stared at each other, Napoleon with his Ginger Gerry Curls and the beast with its Lizard face, in between them was a “magical bush” caught on fire, they both started to laugh, then in someway the beast sounded like more like a Japanese person every time it tries to say something. After 5 minutes the magical herbs was in full effect the beast can speak English, Napoleon and the beast were talking.

“Hi my name is Godzilla not the American one but the Japanese ver.”
“OK…” “I’m Napoleon Dynamite, I think my plane crashed here, Gosh!” as he explaining how he just woke up from his flight to Japan…

“Oh Japan, Japan is a boring place everyone they all scream and runs away”
“I think because you don’t have a mustache… My friend Pedro is from Mexico but since he got a mustache, he can buy us lotto tickets and everyone started to like him, here get those Palm trees and try and make a shape of two bananas next to each like this!”
Napoleon grabs two sticks and demonstrates it to him,
“Thank You!”

“Dang!... There’s my Pinata” floating along the shore…
Godzilla and Napoleon opened it suddenly a dense smoke appeared and then a Genie in with a Mustache came out…
“You have 3 wishes”

The two was excited… the massive lizard was jumping up and down and napoleon still showing no emotion in his face was kind of smiling his right upper lip started to rise and twitch.

“OK, Godzilla you can have the 1st wish!” Napoleon offered
“I want to fly” he chuckled and shyness
“Your wish is my command”

”Poof!” a remote controlled wings was attached at Godzilla back…
“Oh my this is so cool” Godzilla said… he felt so happy he felt like a jellyfish

Now it was Napoleons turn… he paused for a bit and stared at the giant monster and thought that he wanted a way to communicate with him after he gets to Japan and be his friend…
“I want a Magical Cornshell Horn so that I can call Godzilla anytime”
“Your wish is my command”
A magic cornshell appeared it was tied on Napoleons neck…

Godzilla and Napoleon smiled and hugged each other… and lastly the 3rd wish
Napoleon asked for a way to say thanks Pedro…



* Somewhere in Idaho *

“Argh! Tres, Dos, Uno Arghhhhh” - suddenly a magical window opened in front of Pedro
“Thanks Pedro” Poof… the window disappeared.
“Bam, Thanks you Hesus” said Pedro still sweating from while taking a dump in the school toilets.



* Somewhere near the shores of Japan *

Godzilla gave Napoleon a ride to Japan
“Thanks Napoleon for everything”
“Yea”
“Buzz me with your horn ok if you’re free”
“OK, thanks for the ride too”
Godzilla didn’t want to get spotted by Japans airforce, submerges slowly as they both waved and said their goodbyes…

kiki's fan fiction sites!!^.^

My Neighbor Totoro (となりのトトロ, Tonari no Totoro)

It's about the two young daughters of a professor and their friendly wood spirits relationship in postwar rural Japan.While the mother has to stay in the hospital to recover her illness.The two young daughters has meet the magical creatures who is the keeper of the forest.

Kiki's Delivery Service (魔女の宅急便, Majo no Takkyūbin)
This is about a 13 years old apprentice witch,who is a very excite,kind and might turn eager and shy.She have to leaves her home town to spend a year on her own,as a tradition in order to train to become a full-fledged witch.She does not have any visible magical abilities other than talking to her own black cat and broom flying which she is still a novice.

Whisper of the Heart (耳をすませば,Mimi o Sumaseba)
The story is about a 14 years old girl which is an avid reader who dreams becoming of a professional writer.Through a series of coincidences,she meets and develops a friendship with her classmate which happend to be a very talent of making violins.He helpe her realise her potentail and fulfill her dreams.

Grave of the Fireflies(火垂るの墓 Hotaru no Haka)
This is a tale of two siblings taking place toward the end of world war two in Japan.The children lose their mother in the fireboming of kobe and their father in service to the Imperial Japanese Navy.As a result they were forced to survive on their own therefore the brother blamed himself for his little sister's death.

Ponyo on the Cliff (崖の上のポニョ, Gake no Ue no Ponyo)
This one is about a goldfish named Ponyo who befriend with a 5 years old human boy.Ponyo is driven by a desire to see more of the world but Ponyo's father made a flood and wave spirits that carry Ponyo away from the boy.Ponyo tried to find her way back to the boy in the end she became a little human girl and stay with the littly boy.

Desperate Housewives
This is an American fictional television comedy drama.It's all about a group of women who lives in Wisteria Lane in the Eagle State.They all seems perfectly and beautifully on the surface,but behind the doors of their neighbors there is struggles and family life and some facing the secrets,crimes and mysteries hidden behind the doors.

Ghost Whisperer

Once again this ia an Amercian television series.The series follows the life of Melinda Gordon a young woman who has the ability to see and talk to spirits.While trying to live as normal as much she can.Melinda helps the spirits to go into the light by working as a paranormal investigator.

Mico Aka Conrad Gaerlan 10 Fanfic Links

Loneliness – Parody of Castaway Fanfic
Chucks loneliness and call for desperation needs… Being lonely is really sad… lol must read when you’re bored… A story of Chuck and Wilson the Wilson Volleyball and their Island adventures.



Napoleon goes to Hogwarts – Parody of Napoleon Dynamite with a blend of Wizard sh*t Fanfic
Imagine Spongebob meets MadTv kind… Napoleon who’s a pretty random chap meets Harry Potter who’s “the one” that can save Hogwarts and the whole wizard or magical community and so on, where Napoleon becomes the hero of this random fanfic.



Clover and Dragon – Cloverfield loves Dragon?
What do you think of the massive monster in Cloverfield taking a stroll in Shreks Far Far away kingdom and meets Dragon? Donkeys Wife. Cloverfield starts to have feelings for Dragon and so on…

The 2 Gladiators of Rome – Random Scene of Gladiator Fanfic
2 Gladiators fight to death Minimus vs Maximus, the story is very stupid and random but I find it quite amusing in a way.

When Egos Collide – Prince Charming from Shrek meets Gaston Fanfic
Prince Charming left far faraway in search of a princess and to reclaim his pride and honour. He then stopped by at a tiny village for some water and met his other egotistic character ‘Gaston – from Beauty and the Beast’ they challenged each other of who’s the best and so on… it went on and on and on till they both called it a draw.



Visions of another world - Visions of another world a Crossover of Bleach and Claymore Fanfic
Miria from the anime/manga from claymore accidently ends up in japan in a village called karakura town which is based in Bleach where she meets Ichigo the main character in her dreams.

30 Days of Night: Shadows speak – 30 days of night fanfic
Based on the movie the story the story begins from a brief intro of each character Miriam who’s a Visitor which is one of the damned, and two other characters Tammy and Scott.

I Am Frozen – I am Legend fanfic
In this fanfiction the pandemic of mutant zombie have started to invade the city, 3 civilians – Shannon and her Boyfriend Mike and Alie planned to escape to Alaska in a tiny cottage. The story drag a little bit.

The Rec Room Incident – Transformers random scene (Fanfic)
This fanfiction was based in the Rec Room where Sam and Mikaela having some laugh moments and pillow fighting… which they both ended up under Bumblebees (B) while Bee farting on them…



Godzilla vs. the Puppet people – Godzilla (Japanese Ver.)Not the American Godzilla… (Fanfic)
Godzilla the King of Monsters defends his Island, his country that he can only terrorize against foreign opponents… This fanfic is silly and funny in a way that Godzilla can’t be stopped even how annoying the enemy is.