Nathanial Hornblower 
            was born on a farm in Appenzell Switzerland in 1948. A strange child, 
            he refused to go to school. Instead he would spend his time alone 
            in the barn with the cows and goats. Having no friends and little 
            contact with his own family he usually only spoke to the animals, 
            and to them only in a series of grunts and snorts. He had no interest 
            in normal clothing and fashioned his own styles from old shed dog 
            hair and cat dander. Many thought that he might be slightly retarded, 
            but then through a series of accidents and mishaps he came into his 
            own.
            
            His life really began to take shape at age 10 when he took his fathers 
            8mm camera and created his first short film. He called it “My Drunken 
            Toenail.” When he told his family about his idea for his film they 
            thought it absurd, but it was the dawning of the era of the French 
            new wave, and abstract and absurdist filmmaking was just on the eve 
            of exploding. Nathanial’s mother sent his short to the Film Academy 
            in Geneva thinking that they were a lab that would develop the film 
            and send it back. But in a bazaar series of misunderstandings, they 
            took “My Drunken Toenail” as an application for admission and young 
            Hornblower was accepted. On the basis of one abstract, out of focus 
            short film, he was erroneously admitted, and became the youngest student 
            to ever attend the Academy. The press picked up on it and had a field 
            day.
            
            With all the attention and unlimited access to film making equipment, 
            he went balls out in an attempt to revolutionize the very concept 
            of filmmaking. He would scream at the reels of film saying that his 
            emotions would be transferred into the film. He would pee on the film 
            and dance around the projector while it was showing his movies.
            
            Needless to say, things didn’t really pan out. His films met with 
            mediocre reviews, and in general his peers thought him a bit much. 
            He made wild claims often telling fellow students things like “you 
            are all biting my style” and “don’t be a hater” or even “I am the 
            winner!!” 
            
            Over time his fellow students began to distance themselves from him 
            and he blossomed into a full-blown weirdo.