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Sunday, February 06, 2005

The Amazing Race against Fear Factors to become the Surviving Idol

I wrote the above title in late Jan 2005, while I was working on my final research essay. The essay was for the "New Communication Technologies" module in my B.A Mass Communication program. Throwing that imaginary show title into the mix was my way of trying to lighten up what was supposed to be staid academic exposition.

The Amazing Race against Fear Factors to become the Surviving Idol.

Well, what you see now is something that went through a few revisions.
Humor...is difficult to attempt.

1st Attempt:
Survivor XXIII : The Amazing Race against Fear Factors.
[Do the Roman numerals make sense? This looks pretty lame.]

2nd Attempt:
Survivor XXXXXIIII : The Amazing Race against Fear Factors to become The Apprentice
[haha. I laughed. Donald Trump's hair. Donald Trump's famed coiffure to be chewed on and swallowed, in order to beat this roadblock. Can you imagine chewing on that blonde combover? At the finishing point, you'll vote off the clueless couple, be forced to drink cow bladder blend, and then French-kiss. If you shove your tongue down your lover's throat,
you'll win a trip to Hawaii ]

3rd Attempt:
The Amazing Race against Fear Factors to become the Apprentice Idol
[Pretty good? But the mother of all big-scale reality shows was missing from the line-up. I wanted to include Survivor. Somehow.]


4th Attempt:
The Amazing Race against Fear Factors to become the Singapore Idol
[Local context...didn't work for me this time round. Lame index rising...]

5th Attempt:
The Amazing Race against Fear Factors to become the Surviving Idol
[ok...there we go...I hope it garners a guffaw out of my tutor.....Now I'll have to make it work within the context of my essay....Well done meekia, you smart-aleck]


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When I ended up with the 5th and final version, I thought to myself..."How juicy! Perfect for parody!"
Loads of ammunition for satire! Loads of creative space for comedy!"
Maybe I can use it as a title on my blog and write something really funny.

Oh well. Maybe.

The Amazing Race against Fear Factors to becoming the Surviving Idol.

Maybe that's the perfect title for fame seekers who got invovled in the gaming process known as Blogging?


Maybe it's just us, fragile and temporal....trying to fight the erosion..the withering of our sweetest and happiest moments by the fleeting force known as time...


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[F]ar more sophisticated devices have begun to appear on the scene, above all, video systems and micro-computers adapted for domestic use. Together these will achieve what I take to be the apotheosis of all the fantasies of late twentieth-century man—the transformation of reality into a TV studio, in which we can simultaneously play out the roles of audience, producer and star. . . . Every one of our actions during the day, across the entire spectrum of domestic life, will be instantly recorded on video-tape. In the evening we will sit back to scan the rushes, selected by a computer trained to pick out only our best profiles, our wittiest dialogue, our most affecting expressions filmed through the kindest filters, and then stitch these together into a heightened re-enactment of the day.

Regardless of our place in the family pecking order, each of us within the privacy of our own rooms will be the star in a continually unfolding domestic saga, with parents, husbands, wives and children demoted to an appropriate starring role.

—J.G. Ballard, "The Future of the Future"

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