“The Coens turned down requests to be interviewed about the cult of ‘The Big Lebowski,’ which is frankly infuriating: I did not watch my buddies die facedown in the muck to be blown off by too-cool, insular, press-shunning elitists.” Via All About George, David Edelstein checks in on The Dude, in anticipation of this weekend’s Lebowskifest. Edelstein, you are entering a world of pain.
Category: Humor
Bring in Da’ Noise, Bring in Da’ Funk.
Two fanboy icons get the Remix treatment…First, Tyler Durden gets all Tekken up in here with Fight Club: The Game. (Hmm, sadly, it looks Ikea-Nesting-Instinct-lame.) Meanwhile, Kirk & co. get their funk on in this strange ad for the Star Trek Original Series DVD. Well, it’s definitely more fun than an Odd-numbered Trek.
It’s a Bender.
He’s gonna keep drinking til he can’t move a toe… By way of Web Goddess, see if you can get the drunk Swiss guy home. I’ve found it easier if you don’t move your hand too much.
Doubting the Dianoga.
“1. Ignoring the question of how Princess Leia could possibly know where the trash compactor is, or that the vent she blasts open leads to a good hiding place for the rescue crew, why are there vents leading down there at all? Would not vents leading into any garbage-disposal system allow the fetid smell of rotting garbage, spores, molds, etc., to seep up into the rest of the Death Star?” Resolved: The Death Star’s trash compactor makes no sense. (By way of Pop Culture Junk Mail.)
Poker-faced Liars.
“Editors: Can you show us your cards? Cheney: Sure. One of them’s a six.” By way of Value Judgment, experience the tribulations of poker with Dick Cheney. “Cheney: We will show you our cards after we have collected the pot. It is important that things be done in this order, otherwise the foundation of our entire poker game will be destroyed.” Update: In semi-related news, the Supreme Court bails out Cheney 7-2 on the energy task force documents, although they also decided to punt the case back to a lower court. Hmmm.
What’s taters, precious?
Boil ’em, mash ’em, stick ’em in a stew…
Examine Nunnery.
Though this be madness, yet there is method in’t. By way of my sis-in-law Lotta, the Hamlet text adventure game. How cool is this? I look forward to playing it through once I finish up my freelance work. Here’s a tip…don’t jump out of Ophelia’s window. Update: Ok, I got distracted and went ahead and beat the game. It’s pretty clever, except for one really dumb and annoying puzzle that involves screaming a word in a theater. I used the hint to beat it…and the author basically admits that he intended it that way. Oh well, other than that one hiccup, it’s great text-adventure fun.
Twenty to Remember (and a Ten to Forget.)
By way of Value Judgment, the 20 Most Annoying Conservatives of 2003. Partisan? Oh, hell yeah, and funny to boot. And it’s also where I found this ridiculous link about the GOP trying to kick FDR off the dime. Look, if you’re going to put Reagan on the currency, it only makes sense to put him on one of the crazy big bills, and by that I mean something larger than a ten. The way Ronnie squandered our nation’s money during his eight years in office, placing him on anything less than the $1000 would be an affront to his vaunted “legacy.” Update: Even Nancy’s against it.
The Towers are for Playas.
Smeagol and Gollum try their handseses on hip-hop. Can a collaboration with Pharrell be far behind? (Via Quiddity.)
Dubya’s Doggerel.
George W. Bush pens a poem to Laura. It’s not exactly Profiles in Courage, is it?