Wednesday, May 18, 2005

You Can Call Me Duder, His Dudeness... Um, El Duderino ...If, You Know, You're Not Into That Whole Brevity Thing, Man

Pretty silly, huh?

That is a "caucasian" I'm drinking, but, paraphrasing Mister Burns, I say, "you fools, I'm not Wavy Gravy Jeffrey Lebowski, and all this time I've been smoking harmless tobacco!"

What I mean is, the High Times is for show. That's a Marlboro burning between my fingers. I can't -- and don't -- smoke pot anymore, but I couldn't throw away those precious back issues. But I still support the cause.

Yes, the shirt says "CCCP". I really wanted a "Nihilist" shirt but missed that auction on ebay. Anyway, the commie shirt is what I wore to DC when I made my pilgrimage. Shock value, you know. Yeah, so it's juvenile. Blow me. For wingnuts: No, I'm not a communist, I'm a democratic socialist. I have no sympathy for Stalinism, but I do think the Revolution was a good and necessary thing and could have supported the Soviet Union until 7 March 1921. After that, forget it.

But the movie. The movie! The Big Lebowski is a fucking comedy masterpiece.

This is my homage. The Dude Sweater was a lucky find in a thrift shop (yes, I know the pattern is different).