Farish Fan Fiction

This is based on Buffy the vampire slayer (season 5) Buffy is comforted by Angel, who comes back to Sunnydale after he hears of Joyce's death. Dawn finds out she is the key and Gloria is on the lookout for the key.

His eyes ran over the blonde girl whom was vigorously fighting a figure with a contorted face and fangs sticking out. She had a very nice figure he thought, as she was suddenly pinned down against the tombstone, oh well, he thought, it was nice knowing her. But just as he had turned around, he heard a male scream, and then silence engulfed the cemetery. Glancing back he saw a group had turned up, there was a red headed girl, a young man and an elder one wearing spectacles. A small grin rose up to his lips as he felt a slight tremor run through him, this would be fun.

Suddenly he felt a strong force push him face first up against the tree.

“Who are you? Why are you here?”

A male voice suddenly boomed from behind.

“Greg…. was just strolling for a walk and well I guess I saw a fight and thought I would check it out? Since when is that a crime? Plus who are you, the police?”

Greg decided for his own safety not to turn around, in case the person behind him might just hit him or something.

“No one you need to know.”

Suddenly he was whirled around and Greg saw the man, it was rather strange, he seemed nimble and his strength did not match to how he looked.

“You must do karate or something…”

He murmured out.

“Oh you’re a hum….. never mind anyways get out of here, don’t you know how many people have gone missing, plus try to stay out of the streets at night.”

The man said, he was wearing a dark coat, which gave him an aura of mysteriousness. Greg watched on as the man suddenly took a step back, giving Greg some room.

“Okay, I’ll keep that in mind.”

Greg said, as he turned around, he noticed that the girl and the group had disappeared.

“Wow I guess people don’t stay around here long….” He said, turning to the one whom had assaulted him a few moments ago.

Greg found that he was once again alone; the man was nowhere to be seen as he looked left and right.

Was that what he meant by missing? He thought silently to himself.

Suddenly an urge to sleep overwhelmed him, as he lay down and close his eyes. The dirt wasn’t the softest bed, but the fatigue made that sense almost numb and was engulfed by darkness.

The sun’s rays were not as disturbing as the way his body felt, wracked with pain and coldness. It was not a great plan to rest on the ground and the stench which he held now was putrid. Quickly he rushed down the street, entering inside the first house closest to the cemetery and taking a long warm shower. As he left the bathroom, he found to his luck that the house had been empty and borrowed some clothes from the closet, slipping into a shirt and a pair of denim jeans.

He decided to find more about this girl, it was obvious that she was pretty strong and judging from the other man whom had taken Greg by surprise, and he wondered if everyone in town was really strong or something. It took a while to find the principal, since every student seemed to have their own version of directions, but as he found himself in front of the door marked Principal he was sure he had made it to the right place. He knocked lightly on the door, before opening it.

“Excuse me, sir, I am a new transfer student, I was told that you would show me which class I would be attending and timetable.”

“Ah yes you must be Gregory Henderson, yes? Let me show you the class.”

The principal led Greg down to the last room at the right, at that moment the hall way had been empty, he guessed classes had begun, so all the students had scrambled to their classes.

“Excuse me, but I would like to introduce the new transfer student, Gregory Henderson.”

The teacher stopped for a moment, squinting his eyes at Greg before pointing at an empty desk at the back of the class.

As Greg made his way down to the very end, he could feel the eyes of everyone on him and girls whispering and giggling away. Now he felt the sick feeling at the pit of his stomach as he finally was at his desk, laying his bag on the table before settling down.

Just as he was about to lay his head upon the table, he was greeted by a soft, silky voice. “Don’t worry they always pick on the new kid, you will be old news tomorrow.”

“Thanks.” He said, turning to face the cheerful voice to find that same girl, he had seen at the graveyard staring back at him. 

Suddenly she turned away and started to chatting with a red head, just as she had turned her attention away, Greg realized he had forgotten to ask her name.

The rest of the day passed rather slowly, but during lunch time he noticed how the blonde girl would hang out with the red head and a dark haired young man, perhaps they were some kind of group. He still was unsure of anything about them, other than that the blonde one was nice to him and they had a hobby of fighting people at night time in the cemetery.

LoveKim_Brief 2_Fanfiction

Ged's Adventure I

/‘That’s the ONLY source that could restore your father’s ailing health, that’s the ONLY one…” / echoed Ged’s ears as the voice disappeared in the air.

Ged pawed over the sacred scroll recovered from the Temple of Andrad. The scroll, given by Ogion, showed a clearing in the forest in the very northern island marked out by a set of stones forming concentric circles. Ged had had little sleep and was being hounded by the darkness of the shadow that followed him.

“No, I will not let you go, you won’t be able to get you out of there.” His a year-long girl friend, Di, moaned as she looked at his eyes deeply.

“I know, your father is…, but we will find alternative medicine, Ged.” She said so, but she knew he wouldn’t listen.

/… / he would give her no answer.

He recalled the voice of Ogion and knew this was his one chance to reciprocate his father. That was the one driving force that pushed Ged to continue on his journey.

It had been seven nights and nine days of constant travelling to make it to his destination at the Thorsips of Tunis forest. He pulled out the diamond necklace given to him by his witch aunt.

/“Never loose it, never…”/ her bird voice was trembling.

The giant red oaks imposed themselves on Ged and made him feel small and insignificant. It was the first time Ged had questioned his existence. He stood and raised his arms to the sky.

 “Oh GREAT spirits of the forest, I am overcome by your power.” His loud voice echoing through the forest.

 “I ask for your power to guide me.” He continued.

It was at that moment a bright light, brighter than the light of the sun surrounded him. The light grew stronger and stronger, and he had to cover his eyes with his hands to block it. In an instant, the light was gone.

/Uh! Was it a illusion?!/  Ged stood in a dimly lit space, what looked like the inside of a log cabin. A stone fireplace had a roaring fire lit. An armchair positioned by the fire had an aging figure of an old woman sitting in it, with a long grey hair and nonchalant look.

“I am the spirit of the northsea in the Earthsea.” she opened her mouth.

 “I am the one who waits, and watches and listens to those who pass through here.” she said as smirked.

 “You have come seeking something. You have come to seek the grail that is the elixir of life.”

“How can you know this ?!” asked Ged as he frown with all parts of his face.

“I have been thrown out from the sea. It was a curse by Peagote of Groth.” Said the old woman instead of answering the quest.

“We know, for you spoke and we listened. You summoned the power of the forest and we rose from our dwelling. We are the spirits of this forest”, replied the old woman.

“Can you tell me where then is the grail ?’’, spoke Ged.

Suddenly from the mouth of the old woman came the mighty roar of many voices laughing at once, as if from an audience of a thousand people.

 ‘’Why do you laugh at my request ?, It is my intention to entertain you.” Ged says.

 “I am laughing not at you but with joy, the joy of giving the grail to the one who seeks it”. The old woman replies.

/Phew…/ Ged sighed in his head at the relief that he finally had found the grail and at that moment a great burden was lifted from his shoulders.

 “But before I can pass the grail to you, you must complete a quest”. The old woman spoke.

“First, you must defeat the beast. The Peagote of Groth is a multi-headed beast which breathes the fire of a dragon and its tail contains the sting of a scorpion.

You must defeat the Peagote and remove its heart. The heart is the keeper of it’s secret and it knows the whereabouts of  the grail. The heart will reveal all. But do not remove the heart before it’s last beat. The heart must be beating when removed. Only then can the heart reveal its secret”.

Ged had come this far and was not about to give up now. ‘I’ll accept the challenge’ Ged says courageously.

 ‘Then so shall it be revealed”. The old woman replies.

 Instantly, Ged was transported back into the Thorsips of Tunis, and back in the clearing of the forest where he stood previously. In his hand he held a mightly double-edged blade, finely forged. From the edge of the clearing came an awesome roar. It was the Peagote of Groth, a fearsome looking beast. The beast advancing on Ged raised its tail preparing to strike with its scorpion tipped end. Ged dived as it came slamming into the earth. The fight between Ged and the peagote carried on for thirty minutes. Suddenly, the sharp tipped end of the tail mightily hit Ged’s left thigh.  He was dropped down to the ground and faced to the sky as he bleeds. All faces he loves and admires gone with the air, one after one, except the face of his father.

/I can’t lose my dad after my mum/ Ged uttered in his mind.

/”uh…dad, I love you more than you’ll ever know.”/ his tears rolled down side his cheek and dropped to the diamond necklace lying on the rough grass.

/”That’s the ONLY source that could restore your father’s ailing health, your father…”/ the voice of Ogion bounced one island to another, from south to north, from the sky to deep down in the sea. It shook the earth.

“rawrrrrr, rawrrrrrr”  the beast loudly groaned.

But before the peagote, in an attempt to render a deathly blow to Ged with its stinger, got it caught in a mighty red oak trunk. It screeched and roared and struggled trying to free itself. Ged seizing this opportunity jumped on the back of the peagote. And with one powerful sweep of his blade separated the heads of the peagote from its body. He then turned around and with a mighty swing removed the tail of the beast. Then he jumped down from the beast and cut out its still beating heart. With the heart still beating, suddenly one of the heads came to life and tried to attack Ged. At that point Ged thrust his blade in the heart of the beast. The little life that the head had was extinguished. Then came a steady trail of blood from the heart of the beast. A trail of the blood moved along a line away from the heart and slowly formed a ring around one of the rocks surrounding the clearing in the forest. Ged walked over to the rock and began to examine it from all sides. He then tried lifting the rock, but it was far too heavy. Using a spell he had learned at Roke, he was just able to just raise the rock above ground and shift it away from its resting place.

Below in the spot where the rock once lay shone a beam of light, Ged dug the earth away revealing more of this light, and then he found it ! He had found the grail, that elixir of life ! With no time wasting, Ged summoned the forest once more for the power to help him return with speed to his father’s bedside. All of a sudden a great eagle landed in front of Ged and flapped its wings. Wasting no time, Ged climbed on the back of the eagle and it soared into the sky. 

Commentary

This fanfiction was created based on the movie of Earthsea based on the High-Fantasy class book ‘A wizard of Earthsea’ written by Le Guin, American novelist, and first published in 1968. The fanfic story, however, is neither depend on neither the book nor the movie. Some names of the characters and geological places may have the same name. The story is formed based on Vogler’s three Act Structures which are divided into Act1 to 3.

Act I: Set up

·       Ordinary world: The fanfic that I have created starts in an ordinary world where his father bedridden with ailing health.

·       Call to adventure: Ogion warns Ged go and bring the grail for his dying father.

·       Refusal of the call: Ged does not himself refuse the call, but he was almost temped to give up the call by the request of his girl friend.

·       Meeting with the mentor: As Ged recalls Ogion’s mentoring, it reveals Ged’s will.

·       Crossing the first threshold: Ged arrived in Thorsips of Tunis  forest in the northern island.

Act II: Development

·       Tests, Allies, Enemies & Approach the innermost cave: Ged is transported into a log cabin where he meets an old witch. She tests Ged by offering an Elixir with precondition of defeating the notorious beast. And then she turns out to be an ally.

·       Supreme ordeal: Ged fought against Peagote of Groth and was hit by its scorpion tipped end and bleed. It could have caused him death.

Act III: Denouement

·       Possession of reward: Ged finally fought back and defeated the beast, and evil, and he won the elixir of life from the secret place under the rock.

·       The road back: A great eagle was secretly sent to him and bringing him back home safely.

·       Resurrection: Ged once got stung by the beast and almost bled to death, but he was saved by the power of the diamond necklace. Ged would not know yet the identity of the necklace.

·       Return with the elixir: Ged has safely returned back home with the elixir of life for his dying father.

It has been about two months since Ged, Sparrowhawks, left his school on the island of Roke. He had thought he learned everything that could have possibly learned. Could do whatever he wants to do, that’s what he always believes in himself. But he soon confronts with one disastrous fate which may cost his father’s life. Fortunately, he was given the sacred scroll by Ogion and found the northern island, Andred, where the elixir of life can be found. The diamond necklace was given to him by his witch aunt before he left his homeland, Gont. He shipped for days and reached to the Thorships of Tunis forest in Andrad. By the force of bright light, Ged entered a log cabin where he met the old nameless witch woman and was asked to defeat the multi-headed evil to bring back its heart as reward for the elixir of life. He was almost bleed to death, but resurrected as his tear from his pure and loving heart was dropped into the diamond necklace. The mighty power which defeated the evil, the beast, in fact, was spouted from the necklace, which Ged wouldn’t know until the time comes. It was also the power of the necklace called that the eagle over to him to bring him home.  He now safely back returned home, but many more challenges lie ahead.

 

Sara Fan-fiction

A girl called Princess

“Princess…your client is here.”
I rushed around, pushing silks and lingerie into various draws, and throwing the fresh batch of flowers that sat in the vase out the window. I put some redder tint on my lips, staring into the polished silver surface above my dresser. I pouted a bit and raised my eyebrows, then quickly went and perched on the edge of my straight-backed chair in the corner of my room, and arranged my kimono delicately around me. I surveyed my area of expertise; it had the look of a nobleman’s bedroom. I had seen plenty of those, before my job here. I heard the tap of slippers coming up the wooden staircase, and let a coy smile play at the corners of my mouth. A familiar face strode in, with that ever-so-familiar smug smile. My smile faltered. I got up and strode over to my dresser; applied more white powder to my complexion, moving it in small circles, not looking at the gentleman in my room.

“What do you want?” I said quietly.
Hisaya, with his coal-black hair that stuck up straight from his head, allowed himself to grin broader. He was enjoying this, I could tell. Enough to ignore my rudeness.
“Lady Eboshi wishes to entertain your presence.”
A small hiss escaped from my mouth
“You mention her name, here? You know what happened to Yuko!” I looked around, almost expecting to see the strongman of this establishment, Kaoru, eavesdropping in the hallway.
“I do, ah, Prin-cess… however; Lady Eboshi still wishes to speak to you.” He shrugged, as if Yuko’s disappearance was not a concern.
“I’ll think about it, ok?” Not intending to let the entertainment of that thought ever pass my lips again. “Now go away, before someone sees you.”
Hisaya made a small bow. “Some habits never change, do they, Gio?” he said, with narrowed eyes. I opened my mouth to retort, but he swept around in the room and left, leaving a pile of tattered Yen on my bed in his wake.

My pride wished me to throw Hisaya’s treacherous Yen in the fireplace to shrivel and never exist as currency again, but my head soon talked sense. In my mid-twenties, it was no lie that I was tight as it is, and one of the least popular girls in this place. Times were getting desperate, and I would even accept money from Hisaya. I sighed. I would have to go give Yoritomo his cut of this, and fast, or he would get suspicious. Clients that left quickly didn’t sit too well with Yoritomo. “Don’t disrespect my girls!!! Or did you respect her a bit too much, if you know what I mean?!!” he would leer at scarpering men. But they would come back. They always did.

As I went descended downstairs to pay my dues to Yoritomo, I swore under my breath. Hotoke, the new girl, was in the downstairs showing room. Was I to mentor her today? It was bad enough that I was training someone to compete with for my income, and possibly even my place in this establishment. If not, that she was painfully young and naïve, and every time I taught her I felt like I was snapping feathers off her white wings. I had had enough guilt in my life. Sure enough, Yoritomo took my money without note, handed me some back, then said “Please continue your training of Hotoke today, Gio. And get into the good stuff. I will know.”
“Princess…princess…how did you get that name?” Hotoke asked me.
“It was the only one left, it’s just a name!” I said, losing my patience. We were in her room. “So, about your clothes…”
Hotoke interrupted me again “Don’t you ever think, you know, about leaving here? Going somewhere else?”
Immediately suspicious, I frowned “This is my home. Unlike you, I can’t just pack up and…and leave anytime! I have to stay here! How did you get in this hellhole anyway??” I finished, furious.
Tears welled up in her eyes. “This is my home, too” she said meekly.
This infuriated me further “Wh-what? What do you mean?!”
“My parents are dead” she said, bluntly.

I immediately softened, embarrassed. “Oh”
“Yoritomo came to me. He said, I can offer you opportunity. Just, helping a few guys a day, I could make some money to support myself, maybe even my grandparents. He said, you’ll be well looked after and physically protected, great food and clothes…and the rent’s really cheap, too.”
“Rent?” I asked, dumbfounded for a second.
“Yeah, he said he do deal for me, extra-special deal, better than the other girls, because I’m new” She looked at me, as if frightened what I’d think of her. “And, y-y’know, I, um, only have to sleep with him s-s-sometimes, since his wife died, he’s been very lonely. And he says he has to take that out of my pay, because I could be getting more work when doing that, and I agree with him.”
My stomach felt hollow. Yoritomo had no wife. He’d never been married. I knew of sometimes when Yoritomo had been known to “sample the merchandise”, as he would call it, but never on a continual basis, not like this. After all my work, everything I’d done over the years, this renewed evil still shocked me.

“Listen, Hotoke” I said, looking left and right, and checking we were alone. “There’s this opportunity…have you heard of Lady Eboshi?”
Hotoke sniffed, trying to wipe the tears from her face “Lady Eboshi? Isn’t she a myth?”
“No, no, she’s real all right. I heard she sets girls like us to work, over at Iron Town. I don’t know what work it is, but…”
“You’re-you’re thinking of leaving?”
“Well yes, I guess I am…” I smiled, entertained at the thought.
“But Yoritomo…won’t he miss us?”
“Hotoke…he won’t miss us. Girls like us are easily replaced” I said, my voice full of sad cynicism of many years of work. “But if we want to go, we have to go, now.”
“Ok!” she said, almost entirely changed in demeanour “Let’s go! All I need is my fur, my silks, my favourite kimonos…”
“No Hotoke. I mean NOW. Yoritomo thinks we are together, we can go now.” I crept out into the hallway “Lady Eboshi better have clothes for us” I muttered. “Let’s go.”

We crept down to the bottom floor of the establishment. We could hear Yoritomo uproariously laughing in his office, entertaining one of his friends. I wondered if it was nobility. We walked out the front of the building. Some passing young boys turned right around as they walked, staring at us. “What are you two girls doing?” My heart stopped. Kaoru approached us, arms full of expensive silk in which were likely our next outfits. My mouth opened, moving wordlessly.
“We’re going for a walk!” Hotoke said, brightly.
Kaoru looked from Hotoke, to me. “We-ell, be back before dinner. You know what Yoritomo is like.” He smiled.
“Yes, yes of course!” I said, laughing weakly.
Kaoru nodded to us, and then walked inside the building. As soon as he went inside, we started walking, fast. I could see the smoke from Iron Town in the distance.

Nazia Week 12

Why is reality TV so popular for both programme makers and TV viewers?

Hill (2005) states that the popularity of reality TV can be attributed to the fact that they are a “quick fix solution to economic problems” and the “deregulation and marketisation of media industries”. It was a quick way for networks to make money and the regulations of what could be shown on TV was changed. In regards to the popularity among viewers, I think can be attributed to the relatability of the people on these shows. The average Joe can dream of one day being a part of the show and usually the non-professional actors on these shows display ‘everyday’ qualities. Meaning, usually when we watch game shows such as Survivor or The Biggest Loser, we are often told about the contestants life outside the game, for example their occupation and a little about their family. I think all these things add to the ‘relatability factor’ of the shows.

References:
Hill, A. (2005) The rise of reality TV. In A. Hill, Reality TV: Audiences and Popular Factual Television. (pp. 15 – 40). Oxon: Routledge.

WEEK 12 (Winny)

Why is reality TV so popular for both programme makers and TV viewers?

"The rise of reality TV came at a time when networks were looking for a quick fix solution to economic problems within the cultural industries.  The deregulation and marketisation of media industries, especially in America and Western Europe, also contributd to the rise of reality TV, as it performed well in a competitive, multichannel environment." (Hill, 2005)

I think what Hill said above is right, that reality TVs are so popular because programme makers can earn more.  Also, I believe it is because audiences can be involved in programmes so they have high interest on it.  Reality TV is popular for TV viewers because it is also a kind of entertainment for them.  Sometimes there are also audiences that are more enthusiastic and they might want to join in as a member of those reality shows.  Also I think it has a reason for those programmes to broadcast at night, after dinner time.  No matter you are a student or a salary man or what, it is easy to gain pressure in life.  Personally I think it is quite enjoyable to reality TVs with family and laugh together.  Different to drama, as dramas might lead you to think a lot more.  However reality TVs when you finish watching it, that's it.  For programme makers you gain profit and for TV viewers you just have to enjoy. 

References
Hill, A. (2005). The rise of reality TV. In A. Hill, Reality TV: Audiences and Popular Factual Television. (pp. 15-40). Oxon: Routledge.

Week 11 Sara

How does Hill define reality tv?

Hill's (2005) writing on reality tv acknowledges the width and breadth of this modern, expanding genre. This genre of tv has only recently been classified under the umbrella of 'reality tv' and has been known under a whole variety of different names, including popular factual, docu-dramas, reality entertainment, infotainment and edutainment. This shows the whole range and variety of shows which can appear under the reality banner, and encompassing entirely different styles; everything from game show-type reality shows, like Survivor and Masterchef, to the reality-based shows filmed in real hospitals and vets. Hills (2005) acknowledges that "the process of categorizing reality tv highlights the inherent problems for the television industry, scholars and audiences in defining a genre that by its very nature is concerned with multiple generic participation, and constant regeneration."

References
Hill, A. (2005) The reality genre. In A. Hill, Reality TV: Audiences and Popular Factual Television.(pp. 14 – 40). Oxon: Routledge.

Week 11 Reality TV I

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How has the documentary genre influenced reality TV and how it presents the ‘real’?

So much of our television today is dominated by Reality TV. It is a genre that tries to portray what is ‘real’ to the viewer by following a subject through whatever they are doing whether it be a task or day to day life; and often stopping an switching to interviews with the subject to narrate what is going on. In my opinion it isn’t the most ‘real’ thing to see and I think that we are very manipulated by what we are told is ‘real’ today.

John Grierson who coined the term ‘documentary’ described the document process as ‘creative treatment of actuality’ (p. 36). In the 1930’s he was one of the first to depict everyday people on television. No longer were ordinary people unseen on the television anymore. Documentary has influenced reality TV in the way that people want to see ordinary people on television! It is interesting to see people like ourselves who live everyday lives on the television and follow their lives to get a little break from our own. "What these different documentary styles share is a political concern, differently informed by socio-cultural context, to depict the lives of 'ordinary' people."

Documentary has had a huge influence on some of the very contemporary shows today like ‘Keeping Up With the Kardashians’. It is a show following the lives of an American family showing their day to day lives as a weekly show. When a family member has a problem, it flicks to an interview of them to narrate how the problem was solved. A very noticeable change refering to this is how reality TV seems to be getting more extreme and more fake. More and more reality shows are coming out only depicting very wealthy people, shying away from Grierson’s idea of depicting everyday ordinary people.

Biressi, A. & Nunn, N. (2005). Real Lives, documentary approaches. In Reality TV: realism and revelation. (pp. 35-58) London: Wallflower.

Week 10 Sara

How does Buffy deconstruct traditional literary notions of good and evil?

It is becoming increasingly common for modern television shows, especially those marketed as 'edgy' to the demographic of 20 to 35 year olds, to have an 'unambiguous morality' bent as a theme. Personally, I'm not a huge fan of this literary device; especially when shows 'jump on the bandwagon' to create controversy, and when a sudden change in motivation in characters appears to contradict all their past plot arc, but when done well, I think it can be quite amazing.

Braun (2000) talks of how Buffy subverts traditional views of good and evil by having characters, both 'good' and 'bad' make choices that are ambiguous or contradictory to their past. An example of this is in the storyline between Buffy and Angel (Angelus). Angel was a former demonic vampire who had his human soul restored to his body by a curse. Upon meeting Buffy, he vowed to fight demons with her, and he soon became a romantic interest. After they slept together for the first time, his soul reverted back to the demonic one it once was, and Buffy was forced into a position of agression torwards someone she had once loved. Buffy, over the course of a season, comes to terms with the fact that "her perfect lover also embodied great hostility and rage targeted toward her" (Braun, 2000). During the season, the characters of Buffy and Angel come to terms with both the love and accompaning rage that is inside of both of them. This plot device can be seen as symptomatic of an increasingly modern world which embraces shades of grey.

References
Braum, B. (2000) The X-files and Buffy the Vampire Slayer: The ambiguity of evil in supernatural representations. Retrieved 18 October, 2005 from: http://www.findarticles.com/p/articles/mi_m0412/is_2_28/ai_64688900

Week 12

Why is reality TV so popular for both programme makers and TV viewers?

I guess this is because for one part the creators can rely on the fact that they didn't need to hire actors, and originally didn't even need to write scripts, merely needing to supply the situation and film and go. This is an idea supported by Hills (2005) when describing original reality TV. But he does go on to mention that this is no longer the case and that they are now largely scripted and sometimes even have actors. Although I can offer no reference for as to why it is so popular to viewers, is because people like to watch other people and see their insecurites and flip outs in a way to make themselves feel better about themselves or relate to characters and take some kind of pride that a character that they believe is like them is on TV.

Reference

Hill, A. (2005) The reality genre. In A. Hill, Reality TV: Audiences and Popular Factual Television. Oxon: Routledge.

Trevor week 1

Do you think comics are a children's or adult genre/media?

I don't believe that comic books are strictly Adult or a child genre. I think there are many examples of comics that are sctrictly adult comics, with violent and graphic portrails within them unsuitable for children. at the other end of the scale there are comics that themes of which only serve to feed the minds of children; and there are the ones in between. I can remember reading Tin Tin with my Father when I was a child, and he still has the books lying around at his house today, although I lost my use for them he didn't, so I guess in this sense they can be either adult, children' or both orientated. Farr(1991) Also discusses the notion, in regards to Tin Tin, that he is a chracter to be enjoyed by a vast age group from child to adult.