Finally, she says!

Jill has been harassing me for about a week to shave. I wasn't growing a beard, I just hadn't shaved in a wee while.

Today she referred to it as Extreme Boke!

This was the final insult! Anyway I don't think I could grow a proper beard if my life depended on it.

All the beard talk got me thinking about my Grandpa and how he used to shave twice a day, to keep the stubble at bay. Once in the morning before work (he also wore a shirt and tie every day even though he was an engineer) and once when he came home.

I need to shave about once a week at most. I guess I totally missed those genes.

Anyway I had an amazing long lie in this morning. It was nice to wake up when it was light out for a change.

It's been a good day without really doing to much of note.

Although I did re-watch Un Chien Andalou after reading a pretty cool article about it.

I love how it is beyond any form of analysis or critique. That is real genius! It was also the first serious film I watched while studying film.

The pixies classic is based on the film.

Debaser

Got me a movie
i want you to know
slicing up eyeballs
i want you to know
girlie so groovy
i want you to know
don't know about you
but i am un chien andalusia
wanna grow
up to be
be a debaser, debaser

got me a movie
ha ha ha ho
slicing up eyeballs
ha ha ha ho
girlie so groovie
ha ha ha ho
don't know about you
but i am un chien andalusia

debaser