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There is this recurring dream I keep having.

I am a child again, back in my grandpa’s old town, playing with the local kids in the forest. It is your stereotypical old forest, with trees as tall as the sky, dark as a moonless night, and all the creatures big and small in the world.

A dangerous place, but one we could call ours: The townspeople ran us off their ceilings, backyards and streets. We lacked our own place. So, we played in the Old Forest.

Tag was our favorite game. And if you’ve ever played Tag in a Forest, you would know that the game feels more like a matter of life and death than simple child’s play. Hiding is easy, everything is a natural hiding spot; running is another business entirely, nature’s obstacle course, overgrown vines and roots at every turn, creepy and dangerous animals small and big, crawling, running, growling, flying, breathing, living. It’s a frightful game.

So, I’m back at the Old Forest, playing Tag with the town’s kids. I am It, looking for the other kids behind every rock, log and stump, up in the treetops, down in the mud pits, can’t find any of them.  Ultimately, I just give up and wander around, pretending to be a spaceman exploring an alien planet.

It isn’t until I reach a clearing in the forest that I realize I have spent the entire day lost in my own games of pretend, and now the moon, full, illuminates this brief pocket of treeless forest.

I am not alone.

Another kid is standing at the other side of the clearing. Her skin almost transparent, barely sticking to her all-too-visible bones. She is looking at me, with wild eyes that seem to flicker like a brilliant blue flame and impossibly long crimson hair.

She begins to walk towards me. She intrigues me, and deep down it feels like she’s boring into my soul, invisible chains pulling me towards her.


She speaks, but her voice comes out grabled, as if spoken backwards. She extends her hands towards me, and I do the same. That’s when I notice her hands.

Her hands. Dirty with mud and dust. And behind all that, blood red.

I looked at her hands, then at the floor.



The town’s.

Bloody, lifeless.

I take a step back.

then another.

Look back at the girl, the floor, the girl again.

Tears. Mine.

I panic.

I run.

The girl just stays there, staring in disbelief, arms extended with dirty, dusty, bloody hands.

“Help me”, I hear behind me, but I am no longer listening, overcome with horror.

“Help me”, fainter, but no less convincing.

“Help me!”, barely audible. Is it the girl, or…?

If the forest was a dark maze during the day, at night it had become a world of absolute darkness. Nevertheless I run, run with all my might, away from the confusion and the girl and the lifeless eyes of the children I used to play with.

That’s when I wake up.

And I always wake up feeling…

Sad. Nostalgic. Lonely.

I wonder why…

This is one hell of a hot summer!

It's Summertime!

In all honesty, I don’t like summer.

It’s hot, and having to walk to school under the scorching sun ain’t anyone’s idea of a FUN SUMMER.

And yet one thing everyone can agree makes summer a special thing is how everyone seems to be wearing thinner, more revealing clothes.

Sometimes it’s not that good, but when it’s good it’s GREAT.

Unfortunately, that doesn’t change all the “Walking under the sun” part, which often gives me delirious ideas, like promoting a redesigned Elle (A.K.A. Penellope)  to AnatoleSerial.net’s Official Mascot Character, while making a slightly more risque drawing of her.

So, yeah, I don’t like summer.

But still, sometimes it can give you THE BEST ideas.

Inception: A Review

Finally saw Inception last Friday, thanks to the way movies are distributed in Mexico. But that means nothing, because Inception is one of the best movies I have ever seen. Ever.

Here’s why.

I have been talking a lot about this movie recently. With friends, pals, random people in the net. There’s a general consensus that this movie is indeed very good, and only one person had a dissenting opinion, arguing that he did not like it that much because he didn’t find it “revolutionary”.

Well, he’s right. This movie doesn’t introduce any new concepts that have never, ever been used before in any media.

It does, however, work with those concepts to create a straightforward, rich narrative that captures the audiences imagination and never lets go in the 5 hours this film lasts.

Yes, this film bends time as you watch it. And that’s part of its magic: While other movies with great execution, like James Cameron’s Avatar, make perfect use of their storytelling resources to weave the same old tale with almost no flaws whatsoever, other masterfully executed movies also choose to do something more.  What Inception does extra is, it plays with the audience. The movie conspires, whispers, and acts in coordination with the viewer. You let your guard down, and BAM! You’re immersed, and you can’t escape until it actually lets you.

Director Chris Nolan is not afraid of pushing the story forward by any means, giving the proper spotlight to each character, all the while playing at/along/with the audience, creating small incoherences and then throwing them aside for the sake of storytelling. The man is subtle, firm and explosive, all at once. He caresses your eyes with bullets made of explosive razors, and you love every minute of it.

The cast is made of some of the most synergistic characters I’ve ever seen on a film. Each one serves its purpose, and they all get enough time to shine properly. Add the super performance of the actors, and you get “memorableness” all around: Not a single character wasted, not a single moment of “I wish that character didn’t appear on the scene”.

The soundtrack… It’s Hans Zimmer. Hans Zimmer always delivers.

In sum, Inception is a combination of super storytelling, great characters and acting, and another brilliant score. All those elements are so good that you almost forget that the visual effects are in-fucking-credible. They become simple cherries, atop of a cake made of pure, unadulterated awesome.

My recommendation to you is this: Watch it. Now. With this movie, you can, and will have your cake, and eat it too, no matter what anyone says about it.


SP! SP! SP is here!

Yesterday, I decided to finish some things that had been left… Unfinished.

Nope, I still have to get 1 more Super Mario Galaxy 2 star, so I’m putting that off for a while.

I’m talking about… SP!

Yesterday, I finally got what I had been waiting for! SP!

Of course, I’m talking about…

I haven’t played it yet, but I’m really looking forward to it!

What? You thought I was talking about ANOTHER SP?

A comic? Why would I talk about comics in this–

Oh yeah, Amazon did deliver this baby to me. So I guess we can talk about comics.

If you don’t know what Scott Pilgrim is… What the hell are you?

Are you living UNDER A ROCK?

Are you ISOLATED from the rest of the HUMAN RACE?

Do you even know what THE INTERNETS is? (PROTIP: You’re reading it)

Scott Pilgrim is a series of Graphic Novels by Bryan Lee O’Malley (Just like it says in the cover!).

It is also the name of said Graphic Novels’ protagonist, a 23-year old slacker, Bassist for the Sex Bob-Omb, a crappy band in Toronto. He starts dating a high-schooler at first, but finds himself falling in love with mysterious Amazon.ca delivery girl, Ramona Flowers. Now, if Scott wants to date Ramona, he must defeat her Seven Evil Exes!

If I were to describe Scott Pilgrim’s style, I’d say: “It’s everything every geek that has been alive for the past 20 years knows by heart”. There’s music references, videogame references, life references, all in a package that blends Manga storytelling techniques with a peculiar, bold-lined style that you can’t help but admire.

And Volume 6 is the last one. It brings the story of Scott’s fight for Ramona, and does so with a bang. It is simply one of the Best Comics Ever Made, Ever.

The first volume in the series feels a bit experimental, almost as if O’Malley was still trying to find the way to make the storytelling work. It slows down sometimes, and sometimes is a bit all over the place, trying to find its focus.

In comparison, Volume 6 never stops: It reads fast, it cuts to the chase, it flows like a master Traceur entering The Zone during a Parkour run. It essentially kicks your ass.

And you want it to kick your ass all over again.

Mainly because it deals with Scott and Ramona’s personal issues in ways that the previous Volumes never did. It wraps up every loose plot, every thread, every character’s involvement with the story is properly finalized.

And in the end, everything changes, and you know what? Maybe it’s not a bad thing.

It’s actually a wonderful conclusion.  It’s not just Scott Pilgrim’s Finest Hour… It’s everyone’s Finest Hour.


Thank you, Bryan O’Malley. You’ve given us a wonderful comic that speaks the language of a generation, in a way few comics ever have. I, as well as all the people I’ve actually roped into reading your comics, are very much looking forward to your next endeavors.

The First Post of A Blog is Wasted Space (Sometimes).

Well don't that beat all?

Just so you know.

With that out of the way, let’s get down to business: Why are we here.

Yes. You and me. Reader and blogger.

I am here because I am this ship’s captain. And navigator. And crew. Essentially, everything.

You are here because you want to consume what I produce.

Ideologically, mind you.

I produce ideas, you consume ideas. Maybe you will comment on what I write, which in turn also makes you a producer of ideas, and me, a consumer, when I read them.

A full circle.

So, what kind of ideas will you find here?

One word: Geek.

Geek Ideas. Science. Animation. Toys old and new. Japan. Videogames. Roleplaying games. Nerdy stuff. Sexy stuff.

Sexy AWESOME stuff.

This here is my declaration of blog purpose.

And if you don’t like it, well…