Let me not to the marriage of false impressions deny impediments. I am not Master Lebowski; thou art Master Lebowski. I am the Knave, called the Knave. Or His Knaveness, or mayhap Knaver, or mayhap El Knaverino, in the manner of the Spaniard, if brevity be not in thy soul nor wit. A Knave by any other name would abide just as well.
For more of a Shakespeare-esque rendition of The Big Lebowski, click here.
Train your children well and there will be no need for worry…
The epic movie Lonesome Dove had its moments. One of the best was this little lesson on customer interaction in the food service industry…
While some folks are passionate about reading, it is clear that the thought of a book store has been usurped by the likes of Amazon. It’s pretty tough to match the stocking depth of Internet retailers that are more aggregators of supply chain than purveyors of printed journeys. There’s a change in the story, though. It’s not elegant and it’s not sexy – it looks like a large photocopier – but the Espresso Book Machine is being billed as the biggest change for the literary world since Gutenberg invented the printing press more than 500 years ago and made the mass production of books possible. Launching today at Blackwell’s Charing Cross Road branch in London, the machine prints and binds books on demand in five minutes, while customers wait. You no longer have to deal with out of stocks or out of print titles. Order your title and a double, half caf soy latte with cinnamon… wait a bit and go home happy. “They” also predicted that automatic film processing would never become ubiquitous. Now it’s in nearly every grocery and drug store being made obsolete by digital cameras…
I am an unabashed fan of the Frank Herbert novel, Dune. I’ve read every book, sequel, prequel, and adaptation that Herbert or his son have written on the macrocosm of the world created in the original novel. I even have a doft spot in my heart for the campy David Lynch movie (and his extended version that would not be claimed) by the same title. I’m not so much on the Sci-Fi Channel remakes, but that’s not the point. Producer Kevin Misher is confirming that Peter Berg will direct a Dune remake. Let’s hope that there will be no remake of Sting’s art deco codpiece…
Watched Blazing Saddles for the umpteen millionth time the other night. Truly one of the funniest movies ever made. It was also the first movie to feature flatulence. One of the characters played by Mel Brooks, Gov. William J. Le Petomane, is named after Joseph Pujol, Le Pétomane, who was a turn of the century artiste in France. Pujol’s stage performance consisted of controlled displays of flatulence. Extraordinary control of his abdominal muscles and rectal sphincter allowed him to draw air and water into his rectum and so create a wide range of sounds at will. This is the very tenuous connection to the campfire bean feast scene. Everyone laughs at fart jokes. Mel Brooks was just the first to put it on the big screen.
Some scenes just make you feel good.
I enjoy Quentin Tarantino’s films. I’m not a zombie for them, but I find them to be very entertaining. Combine Q with a psycho Brad Pitt exterminating Nazi’s and let’s just say I’m even willing to see this in the theater…
You’ll start giggling. But almost 30 minutes is a bit much…
That hat looks like it’s gonna be about $450. The shoulder holster about $300 and the belly holster about $150. The guns are $900, the suit about $400, the vest about $200, shirt, tie and pearl tack around $200. I haven’t even priced the boots, yet. Growing out my mustache a bit and growing a soul patch will not take long. I will not be taking up cigarettes, though. Being able to say “I’m your huckleberry” and look the part? Priceless.
Non Sequitur 