How Is Science Used In The Movies.

     Science is used in many ways within movies. Sometimes its for the purpose of entertaining like making explosions with chemicals. Other times its used for safety like to figure out how high is too high for someone to fall off a building. Sometimes the science is used to expand the limits of reality, and create unrealistic explosions and disasters on computers. I will tell you more about this in the following paragraphs.

Pyrotechnics are a major part of action movies, without pyrotechnics that giant explosion wouldn't be possible. Pyrotechnics are a large part of movies, as well as science. If you get the wrong mix of chemicals you could blow up the whole set, or do absolutely nothing. Often science is also used for safety purposes within movies such as, deciding what a safe height is for a stunt man to fall, or how much pyrotechnics someone can stand and for how long. Although Pyrotechnics are slowly going extinct, as to make way for a new device of special effects; computer editing and cgi.

Computer generated contents is the newest pioneer in movie making science. It takes a lot of skill and experience to sometimes even comprehend the logic and science behind computer editing. It takes long lines of code and sometimes even custom programs to even produce a single computer generated image.

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Crimes committed never known, whispered secrets never shown. seven days it takes to pass, _______, one wrong secret allocated, leaving friendships decimated. ______, leaving one man all alone.

The Best Time I Had With My Family

One of the best times I had with my family is when we went on a trip to California. When we got there it was very late so we had to stay in a hotel before moving to where we were going to stay the rest of the trip, a house boat! it was really fun staying on a house boat in Sausalito and going to San Francisco during the day. We even got to see our friends Celia and Roman on the trip! it was a really fun trip and it was sad to leave but it was good to go home and see all our friends again.

Family Tree

My family is very big with roots from Ireland, Italy, Germany, and Hungary. My great-grandmother on my dad's side is from Hungary and on my mom's side, North Carolina. My great-grandfather on my dad's side is from Italy and my mom's side, Ohio. My Grandma and Grandpa on my dad's side were both born in Pittsburgh and raised my dad and his three siblings there too. My Grandpa on my mom's side was born is Ohio and my grandma on my mom's side was born in North Carolina. When my mom's mom was twelve she moved to ohio, where she met my future grandfather and raised my mom and her two sisters. My parents met in ohio in college, moved to pittsburgh, and then moved to florida and had me and my brother.

Family traditions

     One tradition me and my family have is on christmas. In the morning when we wake up, we all go into the living room and open presents! after were done playing with all of our new toys and reading our new books (which is usually some time in the afternoon) we go over to my grandma's house in the adjacent neighborhood and have a second christmas with our cousins and aunts and uncles. After we're done opening presents there, we all have dinner together and play around for the rest of the night. This is one of my family traditions that we can all enjoy each year!

"Journal Of The Cleft" story

The gentle breeze that blew across my face felt good in the humid heat of north Florida. I instinctively grinned at hearing the good news, but dried out my mouth when I did. I pedaled my small orange mountain bike as fast as I could without straining my lungs. I got the bike for my ninth birthday. at the time it actually fit me, but now I had to hunch over while riding it. I steered over into the shade underneath the live oaks, magnolias, and palm trees that lined the road throughout my neighborhood. The shade immediately felt at least ten degrees cooler than in the sun. The average temperature here in summer ranges from eighty on a cool day to ninety-five on a hot day, even in winter the temperature was probably only seventy to eighty. Even though it was unbearable to be outside for more than an hour, it rained often and the rain was cool. You could still see dark water stains in pits of the asphalt road remaining from the last big rain. Today was wednesday which means the garbage people came to pick up plant scraps from people doing yard work. Huge piles of tree branches and saw palmetto clippings lined the left side of the road while only a few on the right. Occasionally there would be palm tree clippings in the piles which we would take and use as makeshift machetes. I carefully remove my hands from the show handlebars of my bike and raised them up to my head. After a few weeks of practice I finally mastered the art of riding without hands. I quickly skirted around the sharp turn separating the two hemispheres of the neighborhood. As my bike speeds up it starts to wobble and I carefully slow down and maneuver it around the next corner. After the corner there is a fork in the road. Although it's a loop I opt to turn right as my destination is in upper right of the circle. I slow my bike even more so I can find the house. I scan the first few houses and instantly tule them out as they have cars in their driveway. A few houses later I spot two next to each other that have vacant drives. I spot a narrow sand path littered with weeds and a barbed fence in the background. "Ah here we are" I whisper to my self, quickly glancing around to make sure nobody was listening. I mount my bike and quickly pedal throughout the pit ridden driveway. The small native weeds and vines brush and scrape against my ankles, but I hardly feel it as I'm used to trekking through the local pine forests. A rusty barbed fence lines the left of the path, blocking access to a unused dirt road just beyond it. I see my destination just past some low scrub, a lime green one story house with a sheet metal roof and a wooden picket fence. The end of the path lets out to another dirt road with a giant mud puddle in the dead center. I ditch my bike at the end of the path and walk around the mud puddle and into the empty lot next to the house. From the lot I can see to the end of the road, a giant three story tall bright purple house sat at one side of a small dirt cul-de-sac. It was mostly blocked with trees but the bright plum color shown through them. I rattle the rusty coupling on the wooden gate until it comes loose. The gate swings open and I step into the small overgrown lawn. I half walk-half jump up the steps on the small house and pry open the creaky screen door. As always, the house in emanating with the smell of fresh cookies. I rap my knuckles on the front door and stick my hands in my pockets. I hear footsteps coming towards the door. The door quickly flips open.

"Distortion" story

For more years than I can count I have been here. I have become accustomed to this world of darkness and confusion. Although it hasn't all been bad. My time here has taught me to comprehend the universe around me in a new way.