Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
Target Audience/Genre/Attitudes
Genre
Drama
Claire Barth
N190 Spring 2010
02-23-2010
Target Audience & Attitudes
Target Audience Analysis
Gender: Both
Age: 20-30’s
Interests: Mystery movies/TV shows, Crime shows, talking with friends,
Soap Operas, Divorce, Beer & Wine
Habits: Drinking, Smoking
Other things they like to watch or read: Soap Operas, the News, Comedy, Mysteries
What they do in there spare time: Go out to socialize
Things they buy: Clothes, Movies, Food
Where they live: House, Parents, Apartment
Income level: $0 - 100,000
Maximum education level: College
Anything else that is relevant: May have a lot of friends or lovers, likes drama
Darwinism
As Detective Darwin hung up his phone he heard two loud knocks on his office door. “Come in” he said.
In walked a middle-aged man with dark circles under his eyes.
“What can I do for you?” asked detective Darwin.
“I need your help and I’ve heard you’re the best detective in town,” answered the man.
Detective Darwin smiled to himself, thinking he’d heard this so many times before and it never got old. “What kind of help do you need, Mr.…”
“Peters, Patrick Peters,” the man answered trying to stay calm.
Detective Darwin raised one eyebrow at the man, but let him continue.
“I think my wife is cheating on me and I’d like you to investigate.”
After a long pause Detective Darwin said, “Well, Mr. Peters, I have investigated many cases like this before and I’m going to need a few things from you,” such as a picture of your wife to start off with.”
Patrick reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a folded Polaroid. “This was taken last month,” he said, as he handed the picture over to Detective Peters.
Detective Peters again raised an eyebrow once he saw the picture. He had a strange look on his face that Patrick couldn’t quite figure out.
“Penny is her name,” Patrick explained.
Detective Darwin seemed startled at this, but continued. “I’ll need to get some more information from you plus a down payment for my research on your wife, Mr. Peters,” Detective Darwin explained.
Two long weeks passed after their meeting and Patrick watched as his wife snuck out of the house at strange hours, all the while pretending he didn’t know she was ever gone. He thought it was strange that he hadn’t heard from Detective Darwin. One night, while his wife was out, presumably cheating on Patrick, he picked up the phone and dialed Detective Darwin’s number. No answer. He left a message, asking the detective why he hadn’t heard from him for such a long time. He expected the detective to have at least some information by this point. He explained his wife probably wouldn’t be home until very late that night or early the next morning, so the detective could call him back at any time. Much to Patrick’s surprise, the detective returned his phone call at around 3 am, apologizing for not following up with him earlier and for the late phone call.
“Have you found anything out?” asked Patrick, sorrowfully.
The detective paused, then said, “I’m working on it. I should get back to you by early next week.”
Patrick agreed, and as the conversation was coming to an end, Patrick heard his wife’s car pulling into the driveway. “I’ve got to run. Penny just pulled up.”
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Character Obituary
Detective Thomas H. Darwin
Detective Thomas H. Darwin died in Augusta, Maine on January 23, 1962 after being found frozen in an ice block beneath six feet of snow. After an autopsy took place it was found that Darwin had been frozen for nearly two months before found.
Darwin was born on June 23, 1930 in Dallas, Texas. He was one of four sons of Charles and Mildred Darwin. At an early age Darwin became very interested in science, winning the Nobel Peace Prize in 1940. Darwin was a well-accomplished scientist, but found a love for investigation, he in rolled in the police department, worked his way all the way up to captain. Before his death Darwin had opened a private investigation firm.
Darwin’s wife Peggy Sue, will carry his name with her along with their daughter Suzi-Q.
There will be a calling this Saturday at 9:00am at Sister and Hope United Church, followed by a private funeral ceremony at Circle State Memorial Gardens. Contributions can be made to the Investigation Brotherhood of Idaho.
Detective Thomas H. Darwin died in Augusta, Maine on January 23, 1962 after being found frozen in an ice block beneath six feet of snow. After an autopsy took place it was found that Darwin had been frozen for nearly two months before found.
Darwin was born on June 23, 1930 in Dallas, Texas. He was one of four sons of Charles and Mildred Darwin. At an early age Darwin became very interested in science, winning the Nobel Peace Prize in 1940. Darwin was a well-accomplished scientist, but found a love for investigation, he in rolled in the police department, worked his way all the way up to captain. Before his death Darwin had opened a private investigation firm.
Darwin’s wife Peggy Sue, will carry his name with her along with their daughter Suzi-Q.
There will be a calling this Saturday at 9:00am at Sister and Hope United Church, followed by a private funeral ceremony at Circle State Memorial Gardens. Contributions can be made to the Investigation Brotherhood of Idaho.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Story
Darwinism
As Detective Darwin hung up his phone he heard two knocks on his office door. “Come in” he said.
In walked a middle-aged man with dark circles under his eyes.
“What can I do for you?” asked detective Darwin.
“I need your help and I’ve heard you’re the best detective in town,” answered the man.
Detective Darwin smiled to himself, thinking he’d heard this so many times before and it never got old. “What kind of help do you need, Mr.…”
“Peters, Patrick Peters,” the man answered.
Detective Darwin raised one eyebrow at the man, but let him continue.
“I think my wife is cheating on me and I’d like you to investigate.”
“Well, Mr. Peters, I have investigated many cases like this before and I’m going to need a few things from you,” Detective Darwin answered. “I’ll need a picture of your wife to start off with.”
Patrick reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a folded Polaroid. “This was taken last month,” he said, as he handed the picture over to Detective Peters.
Detective Peters again raised an eyebrow once he saw the picture. He had a strange look on his face that Patrick couldn’t quite figure out.
“Penny is her name,” Patrick explained.
Detective Darwin seemed startled at this, but continued. “I’ll need to get some more information from you plus a down payment for my research on your wife, Mr. Peters,” Detective Darwin explained.
Two weeks passed after their meeting and Patrick watched as his wife snuck out of the house at strange hours, all the while pretending he didn’t know she was ever gone. He thought it was strange that he hadn’t heard from Detective Darwin, so one night, while his wife was out, presumably cheating on Patrick, he picked up the phone and dialed Detective Darwin’s number. No answer. He left a message, asking the detective why he hadn’t heard from him for such a long time. He expected the detective to have at least some information by this point. He explained his wife probably wouldn’t be home until very late that night or early the next morning, so the detective could call him back at any time. Much to Patrick’s surprise, the detective returned his phone call at around 3 am, apologizing for not following up with him earlier and for the late phone call.
“Have you found anything out?” asked Patrick.
The detective paused, then said, “I’m working on it. I should get back to you by early next week.”
Patrick agreed, and as the conversation was coming to an end, Patrick heard his wife’s car pulling into the driveway. “I’ve got to run. Penny just pulled up.”
The next week came and passed, with Penny leaving like normal. Patrick would act as if he didn’t mind when Penny said she was “going out with the girls” at late hours and quickly pretend to be asleep when he heard her car pull in. Contrary to the plan, Detective Darwin was not in contact with Patrick at the beginning of the week. With several calls put in to the detective’s phone, Patrick was disappointed when he got no calls back. Frustrated with the detective and annoyed by the fact that he’d put money down for the research and investigation to begin, Patrick left his house one afternoon while his wife was out shopping. He drove straight to the detective’s office, and out of frustration he opened the door without knocking. There, right in front of his eyes, was Penny, sitting on Detective Dan’s desk, opening a bottle of wine. Detective Darwin was approaching her with two wine glasses, grinning big. They both stopped what they were doing and looked towards the office door, only to see Patrick.
As Detective Darwin hung up his phone he heard two knocks on his office door. “Come in” he said.
In walked a middle-aged man with dark circles under his eyes.
“What can I do for you?” asked detective Darwin.
“I need your help and I’ve heard you’re the best detective in town,” answered the man.
Detective Darwin smiled to himself, thinking he’d heard this so many times before and it never got old. “What kind of help do you need, Mr.…”
“Peters, Patrick Peters,” the man answered.
Detective Darwin raised one eyebrow at the man, but let him continue.
“I think my wife is cheating on me and I’d like you to investigate.”
“Well, Mr. Peters, I have investigated many cases like this before and I’m going to need a few things from you,” Detective Darwin answered. “I’ll need a picture of your wife to start off with.”
Patrick reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a folded Polaroid. “This was taken last month,” he said, as he handed the picture over to Detective Peters.
Detective Peters again raised an eyebrow once he saw the picture. He had a strange look on his face that Patrick couldn’t quite figure out.
“Penny is her name,” Patrick explained.
Detective Darwin seemed startled at this, but continued. “I’ll need to get some more information from you plus a down payment for my research on your wife, Mr. Peters,” Detective Darwin explained.
Two weeks passed after their meeting and Patrick watched as his wife snuck out of the house at strange hours, all the while pretending he didn’t know she was ever gone. He thought it was strange that he hadn’t heard from Detective Darwin, so one night, while his wife was out, presumably cheating on Patrick, he picked up the phone and dialed Detective Darwin’s number. No answer. He left a message, asking the detective why he hadn’t heard from him for such a long time. He expected the detective to have at least some information by this point. He explained his wife probably wouldn’t be home until very late that night or early the next morning, so the detective could call him back at any time. Much to Patrick’s surprise, the detective returned his phone call at around 3 am, apologizing for not following up with him earlier and for the late phone call.
“Have you found anything out?” asked Patrick.
The detective paused, then said, “I’m working on it. I should get back to you by early next week.”
Patrick agreed, and as the conversation was coming to an end, Patrick heard his wife’s car pulling into the driveway. “I’ve got to run. Penny just pulled up.”
The next week came and passed, with Penny leaving like normal. Patrick would act as if he didn’t mind when Penny said she was “going out with the girls” at late hours and quickly pretend to be asleep when he heard her car pull in. Contrary to the plan, Detective Darwin was not in contact with Patrick at the beginning of the week. With several calls put in to the detective’s phone, Patrick was disappointed when he got no calls back. Frustrated with the detective and annoyed by the fact that he’d put money down for the research and investigation to begin, Patrick left his house one afternoon while his wife was out shopping. He drove straight to the detective’s office, and out of frustration he opened the door without knocking. There, right in front of his eyes, was Penny, sitting on Detective Dan’s desk, opening a bottle of wine. Detective Darwin was approaching her with two wine glasses, grinning big. They both stopped what they were doing and looked towards the office door, only to see Patrick.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)