Slicing up eyeballs, I want you to know

Although he was born in Spain, married a Frenchwoman, worked with Dali, won a BAFTA, was nominated for an Oscar, hated Catholics, and generally made some kick ass surrealist films, Luis Bunuel just seems so much cooler when chubby east coast hipsters with monosyllabic names like Kim Deal and Frank Black (I know, I know, he was Black Francis in the Pixies, but that name isnt monosyllabic so F you in the A) sing about him.

And in case you were interested (which you probably werent), you can actually watch Un Chien Andalou in its entirity by simply maneuvering your mouse right about here and clicking with the left mouse button. Its just that easy!

Nothing of actual import to add, I just felt that it was time to post something and Ive been singing that Goddamned song for about a week now. Ergo, the Debaser video.

Day in and Day out

And eveybody's talking about your ability, decency, smoke and mirrors to me
You had the world and you pissed it all away

I dont need anyone, I dont need anyone, I dont need anyone to tell me what to feel
I dont need anyone, I dont need anyone, I dont need anyone to hate the world with me

To semi-quote (paraphrase, if you will) Snogash and Jane Austin (like anyone reads her anyways): It is a truth universally acknowledged that the preceeding lyrics were meant for me. You see, there was a time when I went to college. Although I was there for four consecutive years, I have nothing to show for it but an exorbitant amount of student loans and a collection of books I never bothered to sell back to the bookstore. Oh, and a dead-end job programming and shipping cell phones.

For some reason it was too much work for me to attend classes filled with pretentious pseudo-intellectual jackasses for three to four hours a day for four years and get the fuck out of Dodge with a degree and some hope of making enough money to never have to deal with my family again. Now Im relegated to livng hand-to-mouth and writing a blog that nobody reads and/or cares about while killing time for nine hours a day instead of having a real job that pays real money for real work. At least I can look forward to watching some 1970's campy horror/porn this weekend. Thank you Netflix.