Symptoms of the Universe

twang

Wed, 01 Dec 2004 02:06:06 GMT

don't ask me how it happened. the gash. don't ask me how i ended up with one. the gash. don't ask me what the fuck. the gash.

yes, i have a gash.

but you can't see it because it's a gash on the inside, see.

i am at an all-time financial low in my life and, fuck, it's pretty lame.

rock bottom.

know the neighborhood?

i do.

now.

yeah, down here at rock bottom things are pretty cool. i dig the good-god-man-you're-fucked wallpaper and the christ-how'd-you-get-into-this-one loveseat. i look around the room and see other unhappy faces. why talk when you can mope? sometimes it feels good to mope. to just say Fuck to the world. Fuck.

yeah i'm in a bind and if you have $35,000 I could really use it.

no, my problems aren't that excessive.

but the money would help.

i could cover my mistakes and hit the ground running.

to ireland, scotland, and england. i'll send you a yorkshire pudding.

yeah, gots me a bit of financial bind stirrin' about me head. i hate money. but i love money. i hate money. but i love what it could get me if i had lots of it. financial units. they run the world and kill as many dreams as they inflate.

we all end up in the same place, it's only the paths that differ.

shit, in the immortal words of mr. jack black: "that shit came off of the top of my fucking head y'all"

My New Time Zone

Sat, 13 Nov 2004 23:10:04 GMT

Hello from my new time zone, Mountain Time! It's quite nice, not as extreme as EST or PST.

All Apologies

Mon, 08 Nov 2004 19:40:45 GMT

Good God I'm sorry to have left my rant about the ex-roomate up for so long. It was fresh and I wanted to preserve it I guess.

However, I turned 28 on 11/5. HoweverEver, it wasn't such a happy birthday because of the election results. The only rational thing I could think to do was drink myself to black out while drawing skulls with pastels. It was a dark night.

My friend Andy has the quote of the year (in my opinion):

"I'm not gonna let four more years of Bush harsh my buzz."

Neither, I hope, will the nation because for those of us who didn't want W back, we must now be high for 4 years in order to cope with 1) George W. Bush in office, and 2) No Will Ferrell on SNL.

Note To Self

Tue, 21 Sep 2004 00:09:41 GMT

Hello. I am finally alone and the silence is quenching me. I was thirsty for it. Where should I begin? When I moved to Tucson, AZ from Santa Barbara, CA I invited a girl I had met in Santa Barbara to come with me. She was gonna move away from SB as well, and since we were hanging out and swapping spit and stuff I figured that her moving out to the desert with me might just be a wonderfully crazy idea. Little did I know that the idea wasn't the only thing I'd discover was crazy.

I'm considering this my Never-Judge-A-Book... life lesson because while she was/is a dropdead gorgeous girl, she was quite fucked and strange on the inside. I'll spare you the mundane details and get right to the good stuff.

About a week before she left (last Sunday) we got in a huge fight. I'm not one to usually get in yelling match, but we had at it. A couple of the things she said to me were absolutely hilarious.

1. She said that I was gay, as in homosexual, and meant it as a put-down (isn't that fucked up?).
(My response: "Well, if I don't want you for a girlfriend, then I must be gay, I would HAVE to be gay, right? You're insane! Plus, ven if I was gay, which I am not (see chapter on erections during makeout sessions), why on Earth would you're saying that make any sense whatsoever?!?")
2. She said I am fat.
(My response: "I'm 6'2" and I weigh 180lbs. If anything, I'm skinny. Try again")

After the yellfest she broke down and apologized for saying all the things she thought had hurt my feelings (they hadn't since her points were so off the wall and unfounded). At this point I'm just thinking "get this girl out of my hair".

The last few days were friendlier, and I guess you could say I'm still friends with her, but I must say I'm thankful to have this place to myself. If all "hot chicks" are as high maintainence and "princessy" as her, then I think I'm all about the girl with the great personality and sense of humor.

The moral of this story is: Breasts will eventually sag and asses will eventually flatten, so give importance to things such as personality, sense of humor, and creative abilities when considering a life partner.

dreams

Tue, 17 Aug 2004 17:09:51 GMT

i've had strange, strange dreams lately about all sorts of differently fleshy things. that's right. fleshy things. is it strange to dream of flesh? probably. is it strange to write about here? probably.

hi

Sat, 31 Jul 2004 17:00:07 GMT

i've been in the desert for nearly a fortnight now and i absolutely love it. there is an inordinate amount of space here and it's relaxing. the sky is vast, stretching from one corner of your eye to the other. the clouds are silver white, gigantic, and ride the winds as if they enjoy it. the mountains shoot up and out of the desert floor with a quiet violence. the evenings are spectacular, hues of pink, red, magenta, and purple spashing themselves over rock faces and a distant vistas. it's all very soothing.

the heat actually isn't so bad either. not as bad as i thought it would be because it's so dry. it doesn't suffocate in the way the humidity of, say, the amazon basin does. you simply don't go out during the hot parts of the day unless you have to. that, of course, has it's inconveniences, but they are made up for in other ways. ie, there is something simply luxurious about sitting on the porch in nothing but boxer shorts drinking an ice cold beer looking at the stars and listening to the wind chimes.

Moving

Wed, 09 Jun 2004 17:09:37 GMT

Hi. I'm moving at the end of the month to a different state. A new state. I'm gonna give the Southwest a shot. For more details you'll have to inquire. Hasta luego.

coachella review

Fri, 07 May 2004 22:29:13 GMT

There are three key components of the Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival that nearly make it more of an endurance test than a pleasant way to spend 48 hours of your life.

First there's the Sun. It feels closer in the Coachella Valley. It floods your eyes with copious amounts of light, blasts your skin with its wicked solar radiation, and sucks up all the moisture your body can possiby yield without physically shutting down. The Sun is omnipresent and inescapable and because of this there truly is nothing more enjoyable than dusk, as you watch with glee as it helplessly moves below the horizon line and on to some other section of the planet that you could quite frankly care less about.

Then there's the Heat, dry and blanketing. At around 8AM the mercury is laughing its way past 90 degrees en route to stop ascending somewhere just past the 100 degree mark in an hour or two, and there it will hover for the rest of the day. In these conditions the grassy swarth of the Coachella festival grounds becomes a giagantic frying pan, cooking those with sunscreen and charring those without. Human beings aren't meant to exist at such temperatures but, like the Sun, there is no way to escape it so you simply deal with it by drinking water, water, and more water; even if what is in your water bottle is more suitable for a bath or hot tub than cool refreshment.

Finally, there's the Standing. Coachella runs from 12PM to 12AM and you must stand a great deal if you're at all interested in actually seeing the bands you've paid to see. Your body wants to melt into the turf of the festival grounds, but your feet won't let you and after a few hours of doing nothing but standing or walking your feet will let you know what they're feeling; the sensory result of battling the perpendicular pull of gravity. It is a deep and thorough aching and by the time the last act on Sunday finishes their set you will feel every step you take.

However, no matter how brutal these things sound I guarantee you that most of the 65,000+ festival goers will tell you that attending the event was well worth the suffering inflicted by the physical circumstances that come with holding a major rock festival in the middle of the desert. In fact, some would probably agree that day one alone would be worth two full days in the Coachella Valley because not only did Coachella's first day offer the only U.S. performance by Radiohead, but precluding Radiohead's performance was the band essentially responsible for Radiohead's (and countless other band's) existence in the first place, the newly reunited Pixies (not to mention the countless other acts such as Kraftwork, Stereolab, The Rapture, and the (International) Noise Conspiracy).

The Pixies were well-rehearsed and tight, taking the stage to a thunderous roar and delivering a set filled with classics such as "Where Is My Mind?" and "Gigantic". You never would've thought that this was the same band that dismantled in the early 90's due to the fizzling relationship between Frank Black and Kim Deal. Adoration was in the air and the Pixies gave everybody in attendance exactly what they wanted.

After a brief pause to change the stage set-up Radiohead took the stage. By this time the Sun was gone and the deep blue of the warm desert night welcomed a set where both music and lighting were choreographed to perfection. Radiohead is generally regarded a special band and they proved why with a set including songs from every one of their albums. Their magnificent rock cresendos were coupled with either the cool glow of indigo blue or the hot burn of magenta orange. Radiohead delivered on every note and provided the rare opportunity to behold what occurs when musical genius meets unbridled passion.

(...to be continued)

jello

Mon, 19 Apr 2004 04:52:13 GMT

i aint done written much in here lately. so hello! i'm alive, i'm well. i've been exercising like a crazy person and i think i've lost about 15lbs. i cant be certain though, cuz i dont believe in scales. i'm trying to slim down to an unresistable weight. i'll know it when i get there. got some buddies coming down for coachella and i'm very excited about the last wknd of april. too bad wilco cancelled but migraine headaches is a great excuse in terms of rockstar excuses. eternal sunshine for the spotless mind was an amazing film in my opinion. the new modest mouse record is fantastic as well as nearly every band playing coachella. check the lineup. i can't wait to hit the dessert and ROCK!

I am Moblog Dork

Tue, 02 Mar 2004 07:25:46 GMT

http://neklok.textamerica.com/
Photoblogging is terribly addictive. I bid you welcome to my world, if you choose to enter. I'm gonna have fun with this new Nokia 3650, I can tell.

I've actually just sold my Nikon 35mm, my Horseman 4X5 large format, and a bunch of extraneous photo supplies. With the extra cash, I've bought this new camera phone as well as, this is the real treat, an 800mHz, 610MB RAM, 30GB, Combo drive iBook in a bundle that included a free 510MB memory upgrade (hence the 610MB), a free Epson C84 photo printer, and a free leather sachel for the iBook. All the extras come in the form of rebates. If you haven't checked it before, http://www.macprices.com is a wonderful resource. All in all I paid just over $1000 for my new iBook with all the other stuff included (well, after I get the rebates).

The next purchase is recording gear, or a digital camera...got my eye on a Leica. Then, I'll be set.

By the way...

I just watched A Man Without A Past, a Scandanavian film. It was fantastic. I'm too tired to write more on it, but I'd classify it as a subdued melodrama. Similar to a Douglas Sirk film, like Written on the Wind (starring Robert Stack!), except that instead of excess the characters cope with having to little. It's a gorgeous film, the dialogue is wonderful and the lighting and framing is impeccable. It's about a guy who gets whopped on the head and forgets everything, he starts over with literally nothing and soon makes a new life for himself. He builds relationship with other destitutes and falls in love with a woman at the Salvation Army. I loved this film, one of the better ones I've seen this year.

Rent it. It's charming and extremly well done. Assuming, of course, that you enjoy such films.

Other great watches lately:

High Noon
Mr. Show Season 3
The Minus Man
Matchstick Men
In The Bedroom

HRC

Wed, 25 Feb 2004 03:38:31 GMT

Go to this site and give them something. I gave them $15 I can't really afford to lose, but I feel that changing the consitution of the United States to exclude those who quite possibly, maybe even definitely, could bring back some integrity to the word marriage is simply wrong. Marriage is a joke in our country, more than half end up in ugly divorces that erode families and tie up our legal system. Defining marriage as something that is only possible between a man and woman is talk that died when Eden disappeared, or at least when Ward Clever bit it.

If two people love each other, A) It's nobody's business but their own, and B) they should be able to declare that love to their country and subsequently to the world (especially when there are certain financial and health-related benefits). The government in a free society should not desire to intervene, nor should it have the power to, with the love life of its citizens. Lesbians, gays, bisexuals, and transgenders pay taxes just like the rest of us and deserve all the benefits that a heterosexual has access to.

This is discrimination at a national level and truly makes this following quote from Hunter S. Thompson ring more true than it ever has:

"And the whole Bush family, from Texas, should be boiled in poison oil."

thoughts from a drunken boy

Tue, 24 Feb 2004 06:01:04 GMT

i'm pretty sure i invented the term skin tube, use your imagination to figure out what it's another name for. i believe i also may have played a role in coining the term assquake, let me know if this is term is old news. why do i mention skin tube and assquake? well, at this point in my life it seems these two additions to our lexicon are all i have to offer society as a whole. skin tube and assquake. impressed?

It's official

Mon, 16 Feb 2004 01:16:20 GMT

I hate one thing on this Earth.
And it is the New York Yankees.

Fri, 13 Feb 2004 04:31:47 GMT

Check it out.

I'm pretty retarded right now, but I hope to change that.

Blonde Redhead

Thu, 12 Feb 2004 01:47:01 GMT

Blonde Redhead's new record "Misery is a Butterfly" is fabulous. I'm not sure if it's out yet, as I (of course) located it online and downloaded the fuck out of it. However, I do plan on buying it. Just like I bought the Air record after it came out, even though I had heard it in its entirety before the release. I am I internet bragging? Download boasting? Don't mean to.

Blonde Redhead is a band I had always been curious about but just simply never listened to. I blame it on the sheer vastness of the musical landscape. Too many bands, too little time. My curiousity stemmed from Lee Renaldo's (Sonic Youth) involvement.

The singer (female) in Blonde Redhead has a style/sound/aesthetic that I'd wedge right between Bjork, the singer from Mum, and strangely enough the guy from Sigur Ros, Mum being the closest connection of the three. If you're a fan of any of those bands, find "Misery is a Butterfly" and give it a spin.

BTW, what do you call playing a MP3? Records spin, tapes play, CDs spin as well. What do MP3s do? Load?

Cool Stuff

Wed, 11 Feb 2004 19:34:36 GMT

This is cool.

And so is this.

And this.

And this.

Today I just feel cool. Ya know? I walk down the street and feel like people should be looking at me instead of at their shoes. Man, it's fucking weird feeling this cool. This rad. This awesome.

Ha.

That was a joke. I actually don't feel much of anything right now except for the need to go to the bathroom and read.

Hope you're well folks!

the sun breathes sticky air

Fri, 06 Feb 2004 23:33:49 GMT

hi.

not much to say today.
but i'll try:

1. i think martha is gonna do prison time, she's in deep.

2. i think bush needs a one way ticket back to texas. i dont give a fuck who is president, but get him the crap out of office. if our nation decides he's the best man for the job, i'm prepared to renounce my citizenship and declare myself a citzen of nowhere. (or perhaps i'll secede from the union and form a country like david cross' in mr. show season 2, "newfreeland") i can't believe he threatened to use the constitution against same sex couples that want their country to recognize their love for each other. if there is a god please force president bush to have a dream tonite where he tongues dick cheney while donald rumsfield fingers his ass and please have president bush enjoy this dream so much that he wakes up crying and pool que erect.

3. i think that if it's okay to show people killing each other on network TV, then it should certainly be okay to show a nipple. why is our society so backwards in terms of nudity? in other countries, britain for example, you can find nipples on tv and people don't flip out about it. maybe twisted fucks wouldn't rape other people if nipples and penises and vaginas weren't locked inside society's cookie jar? we all have nipples. men have a penis. women a vagina. birds have a beak. elephants have a trunk. dolphins have flippers.

4. i think that, seeing as i've been single since september, it may be time to do something about it.

5. i think that coachella 04 could be one of the greatest rock festivals in the history of great rock festivals.

6. i think i'm gonna stop writing this now...

Fri, 06 Feb 2004 03:06:52 GMT

this coachella lineup could quite possibly be achieving erection in yours truly's shorts...

copious amounts of excellent music in the desert

copious

people like this should be exterminated

Thu, 05 Feb 2004 21:06:12 GMT

The person behind this is an abso-fucking-lutely ridiculous waste of nipple flesh (intended pun). The person in question claims to have had to "suffer outrage, anger, embarrassment and serious injury" after witnessing Janet's PROMOTIONAL, errr, accidental nipple flashing.

What's wrong with people like this? How do you get "seriously injured" watching TV? Was she skinning a deer in her living room, watching the super bowl and WHAM! a nipple flashes on her screen and she slices her own arm?

Coachella

Wed, 04 Feb 2004 17:05:49 GMT

Radiohead
Air
The Pixies Reunion
The Flaming Lips
Mogwai
Wilco

and more forthcoming....

This lineup alone proves that Coachella is far and away the best rock festival in America. And I plan on being there (again). Sweet jesus what a lineup!

Dubya

Tue, 03 Feb 2004 19:42:41 GMT

Fuck yeah!

During the buildup to war, President Bush said the United States "must not ignore the threat gathering against us. Facing clear evidence of peril, we cannot wait for the final proof -- the smoking gun -- that could come in the form of a mushroom cloud.... We have every reason to assume the worst, and we have an urgent duty to prevent the worst from occurring." 1

On the eve of sending troops into battle, Bush asserted that "intelligence gathered by this and other governments leaves no doubt that the Iraq regime continues to possess and conceal some of the most lethal weapons ever devised." 2

Now David Kay, the CIA’s chief weapons inspector, has testified before Congress that these weapons do not exist.

In an attempt to evade responsibility for the misleading statements that pushed the nation into war, Bush has announced plans to form an independent inquiry to look into what went wrong. An inquiry would serve the Bush administration well: it would envelop the issue in a fog of uncertainty, deflect blame onto the intelligence services, and delay any political damage until 2005, after the upcoming election. 3

But the facts need no clarification. Despite repeated warnings from the CIA and the Defense Intelligence Agency, President Bush and his administration hyped and distorted the threat that Iraq posed. 4 And now that reality is setting in, the President wants to pin the blame on someone else. We can't let him.

Congress has the power to censure the President -- to formally reprimand him for betraying the nation's trust. If ever there was a time for this, it's now. Join our call on Congress to censure President Bush at:

http://www.moveon.org/censure/

It's clear that we’ve been misled:

* David Kay said last week, "I'm personally convinced that there were not large stockpiles of newly produced weapons of mass destruction," and "We don't find the people, the documents or the physical plants that you would expect to find if the production was going on." 5 Kay said these things shortly after resigning from his post as Bush's chief weapons inspector in Iraq.

* Bush, in his 2003 State of the Union address, said, "the British government has learned that Saddam Hussein recently sought significant quantities of uranium from Africa." 6 Yet Ambassador Joe Wilson, who was sent to Niger in February 2002 to determine whether Iraq was trying to purchase uranium materials there, concluded that "intelligence related to Iraq's nuclear weapons program was twisted to exaggerate the Iraqi threat." 7

* A CIA report in February 2003 said: "We do not have any direct evidence that Iraq has used the period since [1998] to reconstitute its Weapons of Mass Destruction programs." 8

It's also clear that the misleading was deliberate:

* The respected Carnegie Endowment for International Peace recently found that the administration "systematically misrepresented the threat" from Iraq. 9

* The basis for President Bush's African uranium claim was known at the time to be forged and not credible.10 "Top White House officials knew that the CIA seriously disputed the claim that Saddam Hussein was seeking uranium in Africa long before the claim was included in Bush's January address to the nation," according to the Washington Post.11

* Secretary of State Colin Powell became alarmed at the level of intelligence distortion. When he read the first draft of his speech to the UN -- prepared for Powell by Vice President Dick Cheney's chief of staff -- he was so upset that he lost his temper, throwing several pages in the air and declaring, "I'm not reading this. This is bullsh--."12

Our democracy only works when we know the truth. We now know President Bush and his administration deliberately misled Congress and the American people. Censure is the least we should expect in response.

The independent inquiry will need a year or more to come to a conclusion, according to the Bush administration. It took less time than that for the country to go to war. We don't need more investigation, we need accountability, and we need it now.

Join our call on Congress to censure President Bush at:

http://www.moveon.org/censure/

bleh

Tue, 03 Feb 2004 07:10:17 GMT

I got an hour into Near Dark and just had to stop.

Note to self: Bill Paxon makes a horrible texan vamp,

and,

the only horrorific thing about this film is that it's a comedy.

Running in the rain

Tue, 03 Feb 2004 05:44:57 GMT

I went running in the rain today. I like getting soaked, and as opposed to a Seattle downpour, the rain here isn't accompanied by a brutal bone-chilling wind. Sure it's a tad bit acidic, but by Seattle standards the rain in Southern California is warm (maybe the acidity is to blame?). I only saw one other jogger, a girl that I see everytime that I'm running, which is around 4PM. I recently just re-started a health routine (I had stopped running for a few months) and this week is my first week of 5 straight days of 45 minute runs. Up until this week I think I was running between 3-5 days out of 7. It's amazing what excercise does to me; I get voraciously hungry and gladly submit (I'm going all Veggie...Trader Joe's makes it easy!) and I sleep like a baby.

People here go into a strange shutdown mode when it begins to rain. They buy extra batteries, stock up on non-perishable food items, put extra glow sticks in the emergency pack. It's quite entertaining. I saw scarves and stocking hats today and it didn't get below 55 degrees.

Not much else today.

I'm about to watch Kathryn ("Back off Warchild, don't you know who this is? It's Johnny Utah!") Bigelow's Near Dark. A vampire film! Oh Boy!!!

(I'm still thinking about Greencine, it can't hurt to try 'em can it?)

Greencine v. Netflix

Mon, 02 Feb 2004 22:51:39 GMT

I've done some comparisons to determine whether I should go with Greencine or Netflix and it's become pretty clear that while Greencine is the place I'd choose to support, it just wouldn't make any sense. Here's why:

-I live near Ventura, CA and Greencine is in S.F., and according to some people who live in LA it can take up to a week to receive a DVD once it's been ordered. It takes 1 day from my shipping confirmation from Netlfix to receive a DVD because Netflix has a shipping warehouse about 40 miles away from where I live. Edge: Netflix (FASTER)

-In terms of selection, Greencine offers 10,000 titles (including some magnificently rare film). Netflix offers 15,000. Edge: Greencine because I'm discovering that Netflix's foreign selections is just OK, they don't even have The Killer (Japan) yet. (MORE STRANGE FILMS)

-I've read that Greencine operates mostly like an independent video store, that is, if something's out, it's out and you can't have it. That problem doesn't exist with Netlfix. Edge: Netflix (DVDs ALWAYS AVAILABLE)

-Greencine supports the local arts in S.F. and Netflix is undoubtedly the product of a corporation with millions of dollars behind it (how else can you explain shipping warehouses all over the country?). Edge: Would be to Greencine if I actually lived in S.F. and could reap the benefits of their contributions, but I must side with Netflix for the reasons above. (WOULD SUPPORT FILM ARTS IN A CITY 500mi AWAY, I'D NEVER SEE THE ART I'M SUPPORTING)

So we gots a 3:1 at work here, so it seems I'll stay with Netflix.

(For the record I think the idea behind Greencine is awesome, awesome for the people who live in that city because shipping times would be 1 day or less and their local arts community is getting supported. But, unless they can get more financial backing (and my membership dues are not nearly enough) I'm afraid it's really no contest when compared to a monster like Netflix. The point of a DVD-By-Mail membership is convenience and speed in my view, and Netflix blows Greencine out of the water in both areas. Here's why: I sent two DVDs to Netflix on Saturday and today (Monday) I received an email stating that Netflix had received the DVDs and had shipped me the next two DVDs in my queue, and they'll arrive tomorrow. That's what I call service. When one is paying a monthly fee for a service like this, speed makes all the difference and waiting up to a week to get a DVD from S.F. makes no sense to me, even if the company behind the service could put my money to better use. I figure I've got to see at least 6 DVDs a month to get MORE than what I'm paying for and a week of downtime in a four week month is too costly to the blatant exploitation which I seek to achieve.)

The Devil's Backbone

Sun, 01 Feb 2004 20:10:08 GMT

Hi. Last night I watched Guillermo Del Toro's El Espinazo del Diablo (The Devil's Backbone). The basis for this film revolves entirely around a magnificently told ghost story (I loved the line "Are ghosts just suspended emotion?"). This film was astonishing to me for many reasons, the biggest being the symbolism embedded within the plot of the story, which is executed flawlessly and proves to me that Guillermo Del Toro is a director to be reckoned with. I will not hesitate to see his upcoming U.S. Sony Pictures release, Hellboy, a film which intrigued me when I first saw the preview in the theatre, and, now that I know some of the Del Toro's prior work, I'm actually anticipating more than I ever thought I would.

El Espinazo del Diablo takes place in an isolated, and I do mean isolated, all-boy orphanage. A new boy gets, rather brutally, dropped off at the compound and, after a few hard lessons, soon assimilates himself amongst the other orphans. During a midnight romp to the orphanage's kitchen, the boy discovers that the stories he's been told of a ghost, the "one who whispers", are in fact true and that the ghost is that of a boy who mysteriously disappeared prior to his own arrival (he sleeps in this missing boys' cot). One of the boys knows the true story behind Santi's, the missing boy, disappearance and reveals that a frustrated and money-hungry worker at the orphanage accidentally murdered Santi and tried to cover up the deed by sinking Santi's body in a pool in the orphanage cellar. The evil and murderous orphanage worker tries to get his hands on some gold he knows the orphanage director has in a secret safe by blowing nearly all of the orphanage up with gasoline. Some of the orphans die in the blast, as well as some other major characters, and those that don't end up getting locked in a room to await their eventual death. The boys know this and mount an amazing Lord-of-The-Flies-esque plan of attack which eventually finds them surrounding the evil worker in the cellar. There, in my favorite scene in the film, they spear him with shards of glass and toss his wounded body into the pool so Santi, the ghost, can have his much-deserved revenge. There is a lot more to this film, but I won't go into it here (in case you haven't seen it).

Along with the symbolism (which I'll just say is amazing and won't into detail about) the CG used to animate the main the boy's ghost is splendid, beautfiul and ghastly at the same time. His body is just transparent enough so that as he walks you can barely make out the bones and muscles in his legs. My favorite part was the wound in his head though, which continually "smokes" with puffs of blood that float into the air above him. Just amazing!

Okay, my recommendation:

If you haven't, see this film.