I’ve never really been a religious person. But this? This doesn’t sound so bad…
Come join the slowest-growing religion in the world — Dudeism. An ancient philosophy that preaches non-preachiness, practices as little as possible, and above all, uh…lost my train of thought there. Anyway, if you’d like to find peace on earth and goodwill, man, we’ll help you get started. Right after a little nap.
That sounds pretty on par with my with my level of commitment to finding my spirituality. Who out there can’t get behind a nap, right?
Now I love the Coen Brothers as much as the next girl. Unless the next girl is Francis McDormand. She SHOULD love them way more than me because they keep that girl working. But I have to tell you Interwebz, The Big Lebowski is not my favorite Coen Bro flick, not by a long shot.
Raising Arizona is. Also, that movie is the one and only time I’ve liked Nicholas Cage. Further evidence of it’s awesome-itude.
But as far as I know, no one has yet to form a religion based on lone bikers of the apocalypse or panties on heads. Though some one really ought to. *adds item to ever growing “to do” list*
Meanwhile, the Big Lebowski is now a deity. As many times as I’ve worshiped at the altar of white russians, I…um…yeah. I just don’t think I do enough drugs to assimilate into this cult.
You can read the laws (or “Duderonomy“) here and decide for yourself.
Now, it’s a basic tenet of the Dudeist ethos to just say “Fuck it,” or “Yeah, well, that’s just, like, you’re opinion, man,” when someone micturates upon our faith. But we’re talking about unchecked theological aggression here, drawing a line in the spiritual sand, Dude. Across this line you do not–also, Dude, “faith” is not the preferred nomenclature–“worldview,” please.
But on the upside? If you get ordained, you can preside over weddings, funerals, and most other religious ceremonies. And everyone knows a party just isn’t a party until someone blesses the keg.
Regardless, I’m going to join at least long enough to justify a nap. Apparently I CAN abide and drool at the same time.
Meanwhile, here’s a kitten playing in slow mo. There aren’t any marshmallow lasers, but it’s still pretty damn empowering.
Francis McDormand is totally sleeping with one of the Coen Brothers.(she’s married to one, or was)
And that kitty cat is pure fluffy evil! You can see it in his eyes.
Lucky bitch. *sigh*
Sounds like a great organization. Just don’t pee on their rug!
Or wear green nail polish.
Yup. It’s all I got today.
It’s that kind of day. I spent most of it making sure my couch didn’t try to flee my apartment.
OMG, that video needs to be on the Discovery Channel.
Frances McDormand is awesome and married to one of the Coens (two facts that are independent of each other…or are they?).
That kitten needs to be in my house.
Dude! Never heard of the Dudism site. It may replace being a Tinite (http://www.ebeneezer.net/) in my worldview.
(pssst… AVB — the kitten is a female. Calico, doncha know.)
It appears the Dudist launched a dude-had on the Tinites cause I can’t find ’em.
I’ll be making some music with the founder of the Church of Tina Chopp tomorrow and ask him wtf happened.
I’m going bowling on Saturday afternoon. No, seriously. It’ll be like I’m making a pilgrimage to the Cathedral of Dudeism.
I told that kraut a fucking thousand times that I don’t roll on Shabbos!
Just take it easy, man!
But that rug really tied the room together.
“Man, you’re fucking Polish Catholic… “
Obviously… you’re not a golfer. (yeah… no big surprise that i’m a huge fan of the “Dude” is it?)
I sorta figured already. 🙂
Shut the fuck up Donny!
You’re phones ringing dude…
OK, I need to clarify those last two posts were movie quotes from Walter. I wasn’t trying to be mean to anyone.
Now back to the regularly scheduled commenting.
Love the Dude, love the Coen Brothers, love Francis too. And I have said that exact line about Nick Cage so many times. Is there any role that he’s actually believable in? But I do love Raising Arizona, like, a lot.
As far as the cat, very adorable somehow, even when attacking like that. But I’m not lying when I tell you our pastor on Sunday said cats are evil and of the devil. He was kidding. I’m pretty sure.
Mildred might be of the devil. Or maybe she just ate the devil. Regardless it’s making her stinky.
I’m sorry your stepmother is a nympho.
Frances wasn’t in Big Lebowski… is that why it isn’t your favorite?
A lot of people write off Big Lebowski as a stoner movie. It’s not. It’s damn brilliant.
I don’t know if it’s their “best” but it is my favorite.
That COULD be it! You’re brilliant! Now can you tell me why toenails freak me out so much?
Because they don’t do anything.
The kitten is adorable. But the background music is irritating.
I wonder if my milk is still good, I want a white russian….
Thom suggests using non-dairy powdered creamer in a pinch.
Yeah, I KNOW I don’t have any of that shit in my home. *shudder*
frances mccdormand is one of my all time personal heroes/actresses/cool chicks. i love her in ALL of the coen brothers films but i loved her even more in laurel canyon, friends with money, and something’s gotta give.
i’m with you on raising arizona – i think it’s their funniest movie ever and not the big lebowski. i also liked burn after reading for the funny stuff. but, no country for old men, fargo, miller’s crossing and barton fink are way up there on my list, but not for making me howl-snort laugh like raising arizona.
*sigh* Laurel Canyon. Good call.
How can you not love the Big Lebowski? This makes my heart super sad.
The only one I didn’t like was No Country for Old Men, which was hard for me because I love Tommy Lee Jones so so so so much.
But True Grit… Oh… True Grit makes me want to be a ragtag one-eyed bounty hunter.
I’ve been drinking, is what I’m saying.
*clinks glass* I’ve been working on some bread.
I enjoyed Fargo too; I also enjoyed Burn After Reading. Those Coens. Imagine Christmas dinner with those dudes. That sounds like a dudism experience.
Don’t forget O’ Brother. That’s my second fave.
I wonder if Dolly Parton is a Dudeist! There’ll be plenty of kegs and moonshine stills to bless at the wedding!
Lemme get my hallowed mason jar ready.
MARK IT ZERO!!!
We found an unlikely ally for minorities in Walter who said to The Dude (who unfortunately used the term Chinaman so yeah I am not so sure about joining his religion if I have to be the token Chinaman), anyway, Walter’s line “Also, Dude, chinaman is not the preferred nomenclature. Asian-American, please.”
In the end though, perhaps I should seriously consider joining this thing or just imbibe some White Russian because seeing a woman wearing white pants lallygagging in the yard makes me green with envy.
The fact that the lawn wasn’t covered in two feet of snow made me green with envy.
I am so happy nobody mentioned that they like Barton Fink. *shudder* That movie makes me refuse to stay at any hotel rated less than 3 stars…
No Country For Old Men – defo my favourite.
Shows the CBs versatility and uh…even whilst playing a sociopath with really bad hair, Javier still makes me all squirmy.
Also, cats are my one week spot. That video has just made me INEXPLICABLY happy.
– B x
It froke my shit out. In a not good way. I still have nightmares.
Raising Arizona should have monuments erected to it. I’m not a fan of all of the Coen Bros films, but RA was the Best. CB. Film. Ever. NCFOM runs a close second, but part of that was Javier Bardom’s hair.
1. Just the image of Francis McDormand makes me chuckle.
2. Dudeism is the answer! To everything!
3. I really miss having a kitty now.
Thank you for this. I need some Dudeism in my life. BTW, I think this fits: My dad loves the BL even more than me. And he’s a really practical, atheistic fellow not hung up on sentimentality. So I promised him that if he wanted, I would someday repeat the monologue from the end of BL and spread his ashes over the sea.
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