Not the millionaire Lebowski, but me, the other Lebowski….

In the words of The Big Lebowski (the millionaire): “You don’t go out looking for a job dressed like that? On a weekday?”

And in both the words of myself and The Dude: “Is this a… what day is this?”

Most apt. and to continue with this theme I’m happy to report that so far “the goddamned plane hasn’t crashed into the mountain” but there is a lot of “new sh1t”.  There is still much to be done and “this is our concern dude”. My concern is of course for my “Johnson”, my beverage and most importantly, my rug which of course “really tied the room together, did it not? Am I wrong?”

So, I dropped off the money exactly as per… look, man, I’ve got certain information, all right? Certain things have come to light. And, you know, has it ever occurred to you, that, instead of, uh, you know, running around, uh, uh, blaming me, you know, given the nature of all this new sh1t, you know, I-I-I-I… this could be a-a-a-a lot more, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, complex, I mean, it’s not just, it might not be just such a simple… uh, you know? 

If you don’t know what I’m blathering about, well…I’ll tell you what I’m blathering about… I’ve got information man! New sh1t has come to light! And sh1t… man, she kidnapped herself. Well sure, man. Look at it… a young trophy wife, in the parlance of our times, you know, and she, uh, uh, owes money all over town, including to known pornographers, and that’s cool… that’s, that’s cool, I’m, I’m saying, she needs money, man. And of course they’re going to say that they didn’t get it, because… she wants more, man! She’s got to feed the monkey, I mean uh… hasn’t that ever occurred to you, man? Sir? 

Ask yourself “what makes a man?” and go and watch the Big Lebowski. 

Is it being prepared to do the right thing, whatever the cost? Isn’t that what makes a man? 

Hmmm… Sure, that and a pair of testicles. 

This post originally appeared here: Posterous
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