3 Reasons Why Budoy Is A Counterproductive Television Show (Philippine Audience)

It has come to my attention that the TV show called “Budoy” on a local channel here in the Philippines called ABS-CBN (no correlation to CBN whatsoever, as of my knowledge), has garnered a great deal of popularity. From regular conversations, to watching the show every night it is available, to even vandalizing the tables of my University’s (University of the Philippines Los Baños) classrooms (I didn’t take the photo yet) with the astoundingly simple-yet-pleasing logo of the show (as seen in the opening photo for this article). Most talk that floats around where I study and in my circles of friends regarding this, are commonly reduced to mimicking the lead character, by the name of Budoy, when it comes to his linguistic wordplay. Now, I believe that there is a fine line between comedy or satire, and the actual thing that the satiric role suggests to criticize. The way I see it, people have been dancing around this as if it were a ballet performance. (Think Giselle, or any other ballet play, where they jump across the floorboards, tiptoeing as if it were actually beneficial to them to subject their toes to such harsh conditions.) This is why I have summed up 3 reasons as to why the show is rather counterproductive, in terms of the sarcastic scenario stated above. You can see the ABS-CBN Website’s page for Budoy, here.

Now before you go on telling me to watch it first, I already have (two or three times), and I still think that my reasons are legitimate. Take a read!

Reason 1: Television is a Medium for Knowledge

I personally don’t watch the show as often as I should, and almost despise the innate lack of grammar with the words he speaks. (No offense to the mentally challenged) It’s just that these things become infectious, and they are generally highly attractive to most commonplace people, thus allowing their minds to be manipulated in such a way that their grammar, instead of getting better through a very useful medium of communication, gets worse.

Herp Derp

“You may not know it, yet, but that’s a mind control device on his head.”

Television is a medium, and what do mediums do; they give off information, that’s what. If you knew how much horseshit mass media is feeding us, I doubt you’d want to shit your pants for a week. Maybe even ever again. Trying to find a needle in a haystack, substituted for truth in the lies respectively doesn’t do it justice. Trying to find that needle, in a mountain of shit; that sounds more apropos.

Horse Manure

“If you dig long enough, you can find the truth in there!”

If the television shows provided more educationally correct shows, then we would have less of a problem with our country’s innate lack of education for the children (which will hopefully solve our “corruption problem”). Since the children “are the future”, why not give them something to work with, rather than just grabbing the money and running, resulting in the catastrophe Peter Parker achieved in Spider Man 1?

Pfft...

“Dem robbers killz my uncle, but I haz powrz and cn pwnz yuz.”

Of course with the exception of the masses “pwning” the TV stations. Unless those bastards have hooked up DOTA to their database. That would be a totally different story.

Reason 2: Media Rules The World

It is the Age of Information, and more or less, everyone’s buying in on it. Ironically, this gave birth to one of the most idiotic generations humanity has ever seen, wherein people can’t even go outside to do a little exercise coz they’re reaching a new level on Skyrim. Either that or they’re waiting for their favourite TV soap opera to arrive. Or maybe some are just furiously masturbating to Next Top Model with Tyra Banks.

Skyrim

"WAAARGH!!! My burning hand and mythological creature educates you!!!"

Next Top Model

“Man, they’re so hot; I don’t even need to leave the house to exercise. I’ll just use my hand!” *fap fap fap*

The least those TV companies could do, would be to provide something educational. If they’re worried about ratings, then have all the channels carry the same intellectual background so that there will be no choice as to what stupidity the masses would prefer. They’d be forced to learn something new every time. Just think of it as Discovery Channel on every channel in your 100 station cable/satellite subscription; except with the option as to what you will learn.

Monkeys

“A new version of Humanity (2012.1.1) is available. Would you like to download it now?”

It’s almost a monopoly, anyway, so why not have the TV stations come to a decision that will help the future generations learn how to speak and communicate properly so that they may not have to go through the chaos that was The Tower of Babel in the Bible. (Just a reference, I am not religious, however I do enjoy reading the scriptures of various religions.) I’m just saying we need to grow the heck up as a race, stop thinking about ourselves, and save the generation that you claim are “the future” or the “brighter tomorrow”.

Reason 3: People Are Gullible

Going back to Budoy, it is said to be a wonderfully inspirational story. Although that may be true, people should be aware that this show is not meant to be re-enacted in everyday life. They should differentiate comedy or art altogether from reality. If they cannot find a way to let the viewers know this, then it is better off that they cancel the show altogether.

Nicolas Cage

“My boss just told me that I needed to work double shift on Christmas. I told him; ‘Fuck you!’”

If you want people to behave properly, then put proper TV shows on for everyone. Define what makes it artistic and what makes it comical, from the cold hard reality of life. People can hope and aspire to achieve a better life, but that doesn’t mean they have to do those bullshit things that happen in the movies/TV soap operas. That’s the whole reason why those poor folks keep living the way they do. They expect some “Prince Charming” or some “Wonderfully Placed Stroke of Sheer Luck” to arrive. What happens to them when it doesn’t? Nothing, and the TV stations make away with all that money.

I know it’s going to be very difficult to proceed with the aforementioned plan, but I mean, come on, at least Steinbeck’s Of Mice and Men provided us with a sane interpretation of what would really happen to someone as odd as Budoy, or in the case of the book; Lenny, in the real world. (For those of you who don’t know, Lenny is shot in the head by his best friend as a form of mercy killing, since half the fucking town was out to kill the poor bastard.) If Steinbeck could do it, so can a big group of media-makers and talented people. Heck, even Forrest Gump contributed to a little bite of that reality sandwich.

Forrest Gump

“It’s not a sandwich, but it’ll do. I just hope nobody shoots me in the head.”

Although in spite of all of this, Budoy seems to be a heart-warming show, that, even though it causes such effects on children and the future generations, one can still appreciate the art involved with the simplistic love felt by the mentally challenged. Good day!

* This post shares only my thoughts and opinions on the show or any other mentioned form of TV/Movie media here.
** This post is meant for satiric purposes and not for offense to the show or any other mentioned form of TV/Movie media here.
*** This does not portray/represent the thoughts of all other critics on the show or any other mentioned form of TV/Movie media here.
**** This does not intend to badmouth the propagators and/or viewers of the shows mentioned.

***** Images are courtesy of Google Image Search.

****** This is just for fun, so just enjoy. Thanks!

(c) Anachronic Works 2011

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Please Visit My Tumblr Blog (Commentary on Tumblr included in this post)

My Tumblr

So, again, I’m on Tumblr, and I post there also, regularly, it would be nice if you other Tumblr Bloggers out there would follow me. I don’t always follow back “re-blog whores”, but I do make exceptions. The reason for this is because, I prefer my blogs to be generally self-post oriented, and not just some stuff I find on the internet. I’ve never understood the purpose of being a “re-blog whore”. If one takes the picture from someone else, posts it to their site with credits, without even commenting or modifying it, I see no purpose in doing it. Other people then, do the same, and it will all amount to an endless chain of purposelessness. I try to put purpose in whatever I do, even though the purpose can be sometimes senseless, at the very least, there is the existence of one. I find “re-blogs” rather senseless, although I still find Tumblr to be a useful medium of connecting with others, especially people whose interests are relevant to yours. I enjoy Tumblr’s easy-to-learn, blogging technique which makes it very accessible to the public, whether hipster, “masa” (masses), or upper class people. I’ve often gone to the net-shop (internet cafe and computer rental place), and seen various people attend to their blogs and view that of others. Hopefully, I will gain my fame there by posting rather deeper, yet still sensible posts that people might love. I enjoy a lot of other blogs from Tumblr in which case I find some people there who have as much sense as I do, or even more. For starters, Tumblr is a very good place to work with, and is quite enjoyable.

Anyway, thanks for reading, and please follow me on Tumblr, and to give you an idea of what I post there, here’s my latest post, entitled; Let Me Discover Your Soul.

Imparting Artists: Gotye

(c) Gotye

Making Mirrors Album Cover


I’d first listened to Gotye back in High-School when my friend found out about them through the internet. I was reluctant at first to try the new music, since I fell in love with rap music during my High-School days. Gotye is an indie multi-instrumentalist that makes electronic music. I’m not sure if the relevance of my info is correct, but there appears to be more than one person making the music, however the singer is one person alone. Wouter “Wally” De Backer, the main and if I’m not mistaken, only guy behind the composition of the songs, was born in Belgium, however, had moved to Australia during the early days of his childhood. An avid fan of Depeche Mode, one could easily see with the music he does, where much of his inspiration comes from.

The first song I’d listened to from Gotye, was the song “Heart’s a Mess”, the third track, and my personal favourite from his second album “Like Drawing Blood” (the first being “Boardface”). From the odd music video to the simple tune and beat of the song, “Heart’s a Mess” could easily be claimed as one of the most brilliant works of music ever produced. With the rest having a rather jolly or considerably trippy feel to the music; this one song had touched my heart more than most songs out there in my over three-thousand song collection. An example of the more “trippy” style of his electronic beat and instrument juggling would be his song “Learnalilgivinanlovin”; the sixth track on that same album. With a catchy beat, and a rather odd set of treble-high sounds, the song had gained a lot of popularity, especially through the movie “Going The Distance”, where it featured.

Going back to “Heart’s a Mess”, it had garnered my favour considerably with the amount of power in the simplistic lyrics that could be clearly understood by the first time one would listen to it. Thought provoking lines such as “Let me occupy your mind, as you do mine” attract me severely up to the point of inspiration. It would, however be negligible to buy an entire album for the sake of a single song, but in this case, it would make a very powerful exception. Unlike most regular artists of late, Gotye features lyrics that carry a sort of profound essence, whilst maintaining a relatively playful beat. Especially with the higher tones, the most emotion-provoking songs from Gotye have almost a jolly atmosphere with the ominous backdrop of a rather malevolent nature. All of these, encompassed, produce the distinctly loveable sound that defines Gotye.

With the release of his latest album “Making Mirrors”, Gotye comes back to life with the same style, except increasing the amount of songs relative to the theme of “Heart’s a Mess”. With the seemingly normal music video of his song “Somebody That I Used To Know” (from “Making Mirrors”) featuring the, also indie, artist Kimbra, Gotye dominates the style of music he produces. Again, the lyrics are well crafted, as well as the playful connotation with the beat, reviving the essence of “Heart’s a Mess”, the song “Somebody That I Used To Know” may very well be the aftermath of the aforementioned song. Listening to them in sequence, one could see the two as each a half of a constellation. The only thing left for the listener to do would be to connect the dots. The next on the list would be the song “Eyes Wide Open” from the same album as “Somebody That I Used To Know”. Changing his style a little bit, from the two songs mentioned above, “Eyes Wide Open” features a catchy tune, obviously electronically generated, and comparable lyrics to that of “Somebody That I Used To Know”. Not the best, however still one of my favourites, garnering the third place on my list from Gotye. Truth be told, the two songs (“Somebody That I Used To Know” and Heart’s a Mess”) mentioned in this article may have been the mother of two or three of my short stories and poems.

I expect more great music from this artist in the months and years to come, currently leaving me with a good 4.95 out of 5 stars (rather precisely). There’s no overuse of much dramatic effects, just plain good music to help one think, or, more appropriately, feel the emotions that, although are relative with regards to each person, we all go through. I would, however, recommend the purchase of the album “Making Mirrors” to support this great artist. If not, you can check the links below for the music videos of “Heart’s a Mess” and “Somebody That I Used To Know”. I’d give you a standing ovation any day, Gotye. I hope you continue the music.

* Link to “Somebody That I Used To Know”
** Link to “Heart’s a Mess”
*** Enjoy!

(c) Anachronic Works 2011

Book Review: Dan Brown’s “Digital Fortress”

Summary:

Dan Brown starts off his novel like any regular book or movie. It starts off with the NSA (National Security Agency) of the US, of course, encountering a serious code problem. The code was called Digital Fortress and it couldn’t be decoded by the NSA’s code breaking machine. Eventually they had to call on their top analysts to help. Commander Strathmore, the head of the NSA’s code breaking unit, calls on Susan Fletcher, one of their to analysts, who was the fiancée of David Becker, a professor who also had a knack for breaking codes. Susan later found out the maker of the code, Ensei Tankado, who was a former NSA employee. His reason was simple; vengeance for mistreatment. Ensei threatens to release the code to his partner, code named “North Dakota”, who would then release the code worldwide if Ensei should die. The NSA sees this as a threat to national security and tries to neutralize it.

Ensei dies of a heart attack. Strathmore sends David Becker to recover a special ring that Ensei had when he died, and in it was the code to unlock Digital Fortress. David finds out the Ensei gave the ring away and soon goes off in search of it. His trail of people though, is one by one being murdered by a mysterious assassin called Hulohot. Telephone calls are found between North Dakota and Numataka, as David searches. The calls reveal that North Dakota hired Hulohot to kill Ensei in order to get the ring and release the code sooner.

At the NSA, Fletcher’s investigation leads her to believe that a fellow NSA employee named Greg Hale is North Dakota. After a while, her traces lead her to see that North Dakota really is Ensei one and the same. Seeing her mistake, she looks back (figuratively) and finds out that Strathmore killed Hale, and made it appear like a suicide. She also finds out that Strathmore was the real antagonist who hired Hulohot through his pager. On the other side, Becker ends up killing Hulohot in a violent battle.

The plot thickens as we see that Strathmore was the man with the plan. Strathmore hires Hulohot to kill Ensei. Then he has Becker go after the ring while he tries to regain his lost honour by attempting to get into a relationship with Fletcher. He would then break the code and look like a hero to everybody. We also find out that North Dakota is not Ensei, but is really Strathmore, who calls Numataka, to release a chip with Digital Fortress to the public giving it a backdoor Trojan to be able to spy on any computer in the world that has the chip. Strathmore fails at seducing Fletcher, but succeeds in unlocking the code. Though little did he know that Digital Fortress was actually a computer worm that would release all the NSA’s information onto the World Wide Web. Strathmore commits suicide by letting the machine explode in his presence. The NSA disables the worm. David returns to the US, and is reunited with Fletcher.

The sad, ironic twist in the end was that Numataka was actually Ensei’s father who abandoned Ensei as a child due to his deformed face.

Review:

I personally found the book a little boring. Comparing to the other works of Mr. Brown, like the Da Vinci Code, and Angels & Demons, this one, I found a little uninteresting. I’ve watched enough spy movies, and read enough books with the same type of storyline to say that this is one of the plain and simple ones. This book will go definitely to my top 15 or so, but it’s not the best. It was a semi-predictable storyline, which is good and bad, but it still is predictable. Like the happy ending, it’s just another predictable addition to the storyline.

To tell you why I found this book uninteresting would be that the basic plot and introduction of scenes are that of a movie. The plain in-your-face type of introduction. You have the characters and the problem. Another reason would be the slight irrationality of it all. Think about it, the NSA hiring civilians to do their work? Not likely. All the more since the work was just a one time job that they’d call you to do every now and then for big bundles of money. It seems fishy. If the NSA were to do that, that would already be jeopardizing the country’s national security. For whatever you know, the man who is cracking the codes in the NSA’s office just might be paid higher by terrorists to plant a virus or a bomb there. Another reason why I found it uninteresting is the mesh of code-breaking, and love is not really my thing.

So far though, if considered fiction, which it is, it would have a good plot. Unlike many of the fiction stories out there, this one makes sense. A few loopholes here and there, but still, a good story is a good story. It is able to stand alone. Many novels I have read, I cannot relate to because the comparison or the descriptions are of another generation other than mine. For example, an author would put there that “the blast was as loud as a KISS concert”. Those who haven’t seen a KISS concert, like me, would not be able to relate very well and therefore it would defeat the purpose. This novel, I can relate to, there’s not too much senseless, time -based description. I do like the way Dan Brown had created the code, quite a unique way; very tricky to decipher, but not too tricky as to not lose its credible sense. Dan Brown has an amazing gift when it comes to coding, and cryptic mysteries, but this book will not really suffice.

It was overall an okay book. A 7.5 out of 10. It had some good twists. It also had some odd ones which make it unique. The storyline was a bit thrown off, but it was basically good. A good mental war story. It was able to make this reader’s mind twist around.

“Wars teach us not to love our enemies, but to hate our allies.”
-W. L. George

* This was made as a school paper so I wasn’t able to sarcastically comment the way I should.

** This was made roughly 3 years ago. But please, enjoy.

(c) Anachronic Works 2011

A Toast to The Titanic and to My Dear Ex-Lover

Back when I was a kid, during my days in Canada, I watched the Titanic for the first time, with my cousins Michelle and Steffi, my sister, my Mom, and my Auntie Roenna. It was pretty dreary and the concept was not easily grasped by my mind although I thought I’d already had. With this, I would always wonder to myself why girls in general would cry at movies, especially the romantic ones which were, in my opinion utterly dreary and quite the un-moving and unattractive type, as compared with movies about war and brotherly love combined. Those, and several other insanely awesome sci-fi movies, that I still enjoy and love to this day, to me were worth more than most drama films. With utter nonchalance I dared not disturb them other than to laugh or become annoyed at such a disturbingly silly display of affection towards a simplistic concept that rarely even varied.

I was a regular guy, who was more into fighting, action, sports films and what-nots. I’d never really felt anything for anyone during those early days. With the exception of my first love, Sarah, from my life I would have been the most utterly passive towards drama movies. Luckily, my life did have her, and by the time she had to move away to another country, my expectations and shunning of drama movies had stooped to a negative low. I was beguiled by drama, music, art, culture, dance, paintings, drawings, books, comics, movies, videos, plays. I had joined the glee club back in school (No relation to the Glee Series whatsoever). The moment that I saw her last, reminded me of a movie scene, somewhere in my vast memory of all the movies I’ve watched, in which case I do not recall the title. I was astounded as how real the movies could become if one were to portray it in their everyday lives. If one were to simply walk, talk, and view like the movies, then one would be living a movie everyday without paying a single penny/centavo. It is worth it, if you think about it. You may be caste-d out as weird or odd, but it will make life a bit more vibrant. Some of you would say that this is impossible and that movies are a fictitious shadow of real life, a reflection as some may say, where left is right and right is left. I say however, there is an extent to the fragmented truth that exists within movies, and it is rather large, and more or less appealing to many people, from shallow to deep thinkers alike.

Going back to the movie, I just re-watched it not an hour ago, and I am completely honest about this when I say I cried. A lot, and it always reminded me of a spark which I had carried all throughout my life. When I’d met Sarah, I was an average guy, very strong about things and very numb towards feelings, only capable of expressing it at home or through the pen, unless it was of physical pain with which I would cry at some point of intensity. There were of course, some emotional pains that made me cry to be honest, and my skin is kinda thick. But when we were together, every movie made sense. I had gotten involved with the movies each time I’d watched them, taking the scenes seriously, whether or not they were action or drama. I’d taken things to a whole new level, learning more about life and more about art than I’d ever did. All thanks to her, I’d become creative with my speech, my voice, my music, my mind. I would often times be inspired to create fictional worlds of entertainment and story lines for my action figures when I would play with them, and I would often times act out along with them, running around in my shorts with whatever toys I had at hand. Other times I would simply walk around in a circle, thinking and practically obsessing with story concepts, validations of life, and other godforsaken agendas that older people do not wish to re-live or at some times do not wish to fully comprehend. All because of her, and her ways. I loved her, and I’d cried for months after she’d left. It was a simple case of moving to another country, where I would not see her again, and yet it felt so complex and it dampened my mind long enough to stain my works with thoughts of despair all throughout my high-shool life and up to now. Indeed I’d thought of the many times and the many things I’d done, even those I find foolish and those I regret doing. Well, I realized a lot, thanks to her. I owe her my artistry.

For those of you who are wondering, no, I am not in touch with Sarah, and why is because we had agreed not to, and even though I want to break all form of rank and file in life, and all sorts of agreements we’d made, I still can’t find her on Facebook, nor on Tumblr, nor on various websites. I guess it’s just like Jack and Rose, with the minimal time we’d spent together, it had one of the most maximized effects on my life and how I lived it from then until today. I am drowning in sorrow, bliss, and love, all together and I hope you can bear with me for one last short paragraph.

As I realize it now, I laugh at myself, from years ago, for not pondering enough on this issue and chose to rather let go of it and forget. This turning point in my life signified something great, and I simply wish to raise a glass to the Titanic, and to my dear Ex-Lover, who is out there somewhere. Let’s all raise a glass. A toast! To my dear Sarah, and to the Titanic; may our love never falter, like that of Jack and Rose, and always know, you will always be in my heart and in my works. Indeed I love the both of you dearly, and to you, my dear Sarah, I owe my works.