How did you first hear about The Big Lebowski?
I only remember getting the script. Ethan probably called me and said, "We have a script and we're sending it. Tell us what you think." As simple as that. I do remember my impressions reading it, that it was funny and unpredictable. I couldn't tell where it was going. But also, specifically in looking at the Donny part, I kept thinking that there was gonna be more. I was feeling myself getting sort of upset on Donny's behalf, that Walter was treating him that way, and thinking, "This guy doesn't deserve this."

Ok, he's a little annoying, but why is Walter so over the top? You know, almost having a feeling like, "I'm not sure I wanna do this." And it was painful. Like, "How am I gonna tell the guys that I don't wanna do this?" Until I got to that last scene, where they're in the parking lot being confronted by the nihilists and Donny feels scared and turns to Walter — how sweet and protective Walter was of Donny really moved me after this whole movie of him constantly being annoyed and telling him to shut the fuck up. And then I understood their relationship. I thought that was really cool.

What really sold me further was the eulogy that Walter gives for Donny. I just loved that. And finding out for the first time that he's a surfer. Then I went back and re-read the script and really appreciated how those scenes were constructed. When Donny says something, it's like screwball comedy. And those scenes were really fun to do.

(continue reading at RollingStone.com)

Look out NFC West.  New Niner's QB, the pride of Davis, J.T. O'Sullivan likes The Big Lebowski.

We can't wait for the sideline phone call to new offensive coordinator Mike Matrz after an interception where J.T. says "nothing is fucked, Dude."

Or after yet another terrible holding call he goes to the ref and yells "This isn't 'Nam.  This is football.  There are rules!"

Or after getting sacked (again) "yeah. . . I got a rash, man. . ."

Or at the line with the strong saftey sneaking to the line he could yell, "you blitz and you are entering a world of pain.  A world of pain."

Or again at the line: "Are you ready to be fucked, man? I see you rolled your way into Candlestick. Dios mio, man. Frank Gore and me, we're gonna fuck you up."  Followed by a "nobody fucks with the J.T."

After a completion, "I'm throwing rocks tonight.  Mark it, Dude."

While a play is falling apart and he is running from some 275 pound barbarian, "Nothing is fucked?  The god-damned plane has crashed into the mountain!"

While getting carted off the field with his seventh concussion of the year he can say "I didn't blame anyone for the loss of my legs - some Chinaman took them from me in Korea. But I went out and achieved anyway!"

I'm sure there's a situation where he can work in an "obviously your not a golfer."

Saturday night?!?  So much for not rolling on Shabbos...

I was 21 years old when I saw "The Big Lebowski" & I have easily seen it over 25 times. It still makes me laugh as hard, perhaps harder, as it did when I saw it back in 1998. Oddly enough, it has a timeless quality to it. Did the Coen brothers know they were making one of the biggest cult movies ever? Probably not, but I bet they wish it made more than $17 million at the box office.

Rolling Stone actually has a few things about "The Big Lebowski" worth reading. There is an excerpt of a story with Jeff Bridges & Q&A's with John Goodman, Steve Buscemi, & The Dude himself, Jeff Bridges.

Draw some mustaches or boners. Place them on the TV screen. Play movie. Watch for matches. After a while, rearrange the mustaches/boners.

Some highlights-

First boner to appear:

Rearranged and then this happened:

And this!:

THIS!:

AND LOOK AT THIS!!!!:

Nothing ever matched the droopy pointed boobs.

"It's colder than a bucket-full of witch tits!" Have you ever heard that expression? I read it in a book.

Regie
Ethan Coen & Joel Coen

Hauptdarsteller
Jeff Bridges als Jeffrey Lebowski / Der Dude
John Goodman als Walter Sobchak
Steve Buscemi als Donny Kerabatsos
Juliane Moore als Maude Lebowski
David Huddleston als Jeffrey (The Big) Lebowski
John Turturro als Jesus Quintana
Tara Reid als Bunny Lebowski
Ben Gazzara als Jackie Treehorn
Jimmie Dale Gilmore als Smokey
Peter Stormare als Uli Kunkel / Karl Hungus

Plot
"Wo ist das verdammte Geld Lebowski?" Diese frage wird in diesem Film nicht nur einmal gestellt. Doch die Antwort ist nicht immer leicht: Denn sowohl der Dude als auch der grosse Lebowski wissen nicht so recht, was eigentlich gespielt wird. Alles faengt damit an, dass der Dude nach Hause kommt und ihm ein Amerikanischer Mitbuerger Chinesischer Abstammung - so der politisch korrekte Terminus - auf den Teppich uriniert. Obwohl eben dieser Teppich das Zimmer erst gemuetlich gemacht hat. Schade. Und auch als der Dude die Umstaende klaeren will, wird alles nur noch viel viel schlimmer..

Kritik
Als ich den Film das erste Mal anschaute erwartete ich eigentlich nicht viel. Ich informierte mich im Vorfeld ein wenig und dachte mir: "Mhh, ein Film ueber so einen Gammler, der gerne bowlt und dann in Schlamassel geraet. Klingt gut."

Enttaeuscht wurde ich im Endeffekt auch nicht, aber meine Erwartungen wurde bei weitem uebertroffen, denn was die Coen Brueder da abgeliefert haben ist eine 1a Komoedie wie es sie imho bis dahin noch nicht gab. Nicht nur, dass bei The Big Lebowski nicht das Dasein als Komoedie ansich im Vordergrund steht und somit eine weniger gezwungene, ja schon fast Situationskomik heraufbeschwoert, sondern viel mehr die vielen Plottwists, welche die Handlung immer komplexer werden lassen und die genialen Charaktere machen eine Menge aus.

Weiterhin glaenzt The Big Lebowski dadurch, dass man dem Film seine Charaktere sofort abnimmt und ueberhaupt keine Zweifel hat, dass sie anders handelten, waeren sie real. Alleine das Schauspiel von John Goodman als aggressiv-traumatisierter Vietnam Veteran haette meiner Meinung nach einen Oscar verdient.

Auch den Soundtrack sollte man nicht vergessen, denn auch hier wurde eine sehr gute Wahl getroffen. Eingestimmt wird mit Bob Dylan's "Man in Me", ueber das grandios platzierte "Hotel California" von den Gypsy Kings und Kenny Rogers' "Condition", welches im fiktiven Porno "Gutterballs" den Soundtrack macht. Alles in Allem kann man die Filmmusik wirklich nur loben.

Ich habe den Film im grossartigen Lunakino in Bielefeld geniessen koennen und kann die Betreiber des Kinos an dieser Stelle nur wieder einmal Loben, dass sie sich die Aktion "Dude look-a-likes kommen fuer 3€ rein" ausdachten und 20-30 Leute (inklusive Duste und mir) tatsaechlich in Bademantel erschienen. So hat das Kinoerlebnis (trotz kurzzeitigem Regen) gleich doppelt so viel Spaß gemacht. Leider ist die Saison 2008 schon wieder vorbei.  Aber man kann sich auf 2009 freuen :-)

Fazit
Wer auf nicht ganz so simple Komoedien steht und keine Probleme mit fluchenden Hauptrollen hat, hat bei The big Lebowski sicher seinen Spass. Auf jeden Fall 10/10 Punkten.

Trailer

Links
OFDb-Eintrag zu The Big Lebowski
Lunakino Bielefeld

Do not play this video at your work, mosque, charity fundraiser for childhood leukemia, or anywhere else sensitive ears might lurk without first yelling "Earmuffs!!"

Mike Fontenot, Cubs role-player extraordinaire and Owen Wilson stunt double.

Sure sweeping the Pirates is nice, but playing well against a team like the Phillies is even better.  Thursday's game was one of the most exciting I've seen all season, and there have been quite a few exciting games.  Yes, Ramirez was the big hero of the game, but Mike Fontenot deserves some credit.

Fontenot hit the big homer that I believe jump-started the gelid Cubs offense.  Sure, Hamels leaving the game was also a big factor, but Fontenot was the spark that ignited the Cubs rally.  It makes the rest of them look bad when a guy who is a foot shorter than most of the team comes off the bench and buries one in the centerfield bleachers.

I like the Cubs' chances of sweeping the Phils with Lilly going today (he recently turned down a major political opportunity) and Zambrano on Sunday.  A postseason without Boston and NYY?  Awesome.  It will be great to see some different teams in there for a change.

That creep can roll, man.

Buy it

And this is worth the watch. The dude abides:

Even though there might be a few random chuckles to be had in No Country for Old Men, no one would go so far as to call it a comedy. But, for the most part, that's what the Coen brothers are known for: dark, quirky laugh-out-loud funny movies. Putting aside a few forays into the world of mostly serious, nostalgic crime thrillers (Miller's Crossing, Barton Fink, The Man Who Wasn't There) and a couple of forgettable missteps (The Ladykillers, Intolerable Cruelty), the Coen brothers have made a name for themselves with a string of unusual and beloved films that get their laughs more from situations and characters than from point blank jokes (Raising Arizona, Fargo, The Big Lebowski, O Brother, Where Art Thou?).

Hoping to add to that list, the Coen brothers have written and directed Burn After Reading. The story revolves around a CD containing John Malkovich's CIA memoirs. After Brad Pitt finds the disc in a locker room, he and fellow gym employee Frances McDormand set out to use their newfound leverage to lighten Malkovich's wallet. The trailer begins with Pitt explaining what he's found to a few skeptical coworkers. He then sets up a meeting with Malkovich over the phone, and it's obvious that in the early going both Pitt and McDormand are treating their caper more like a game than an actual crime. When Pitt finally comes face-to-face with Malkovich, he gets a dose of reality and realizes that his plan might not go as smoothly as he once thought. From then on, it's an all-out battle between the bitter, condescending Malkovich and the flighty, misguided Pitt. Also, somewhere along the way, McDormand gets romantically involved with George Clooney. While it's not abundantly clear from the trailer what part he plays in the story, apparently Clooney is also sleeping with Tilda Swinton, Malkovich's ex-wife.

My favorite part of the trailer comes when Pitt meets with Malkovich for the first time. Sitting in Malkovich's car, Pitt tries to explain that he is merely a "good Samaritan." But, Malkovich instantly sees through his load of crap and punches Pitt square in the nose to make it perfectly clear that the gym rat is messing with the wrong dude. Burn After Reading opens September 12, 2008. Check out the trailer at Zuguide.com.

People who partially forget a word but still try to include a portion of it into a conversation are not fooling anyone.

For example, please refrain from using these utterances when speaking: alwaysthinktheyaresickiacs, firomaniacs, or spiderphobia.

These people should really open a word definitionary a little more often.

note: I thought of this while suffering from cantsleepnia.

double note: Isn't The Big Lebowski a great film?

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Years back, as a part-time aspiring guitarist and full-time first year engineering student in Kerala, probably the one question I was asked the most at the time was, 'Can you play Hotel California?'. Specifically, the flamenco-ish version they played on the Hell Freezes Over album, which was more famous in God's Own Country than the electric original. Apparently, Hotel California is accepted in Kerala to be the dividing line that you must cross to be considered a guitarist of any worth. Kind of like Summer of '69 or Neele Neele Ambar elsewhere in the country. A reputation built to scare the pants off any young fellow who happened to pick up a guitar.

Having been intimidated by the song since I first heard it, I was even more daunted by the endless requests from friends and seniors to hear it played. Not really knowing many chords or scales (not much has changed), I figured out the first few chords from somewhere, and then the rest from Danny, a kind senior, and then I realised that now I had a response for 'Hotel California vaayikkeda' that wasn't 'ayyo cheta, ariyilla', which would be followed by the inevitable 'nee pinne enthu gittarist aadei?'. I was a 'guitarist'. Or a 'gittarist', at least.

It was about this same time that people kept telling me about the song and the band having connections to Satan or drug use or backward-masked lyrics or something (I never really got what the fuss was about). So it was also kind of a 'dangerous' song. Everyone wanted to hear it, but would it damn my soul to hell to play it? Giving the Eagles the benefit of the doubt, I ended up listening to and playing the song almost tirelessly thoughout my first year and even after that, mostly for myself, to try and perfect the arpeggios and licks (the solo was out of reach) that Glenn Frey and Don Felder had by now etched into the back of my brain. Of course, I never got close. But as a result, I ended up tired of hearing the song and, backward-masked druggie lyrics or not, I have not played or heard the song seriously or in its entirety for a long time. Sorry, Eagles.

Wait, what were we talking about? Yes, The Big Lebowski. One of the best moments in this surreal movie filled with quirky, silly, borderline-unstable (okay, Walter Sobchak is clearly unstable) and memorable characters, is the cameo role of creepy latin-lover-pederast Jesus Quintana, passionately holding the bowling ball, licking it, then rolling a strike and celebrating - all in slow motion - with his boxer-like dance to the intro of the Gipsy Kings' version of the song that can no more be named. I'd say its flat-out one of the Coen brothers' finest moments ever.

Watching the clip over and over again yesterday brought back memories of learning to play the song and the sudden (if slight) increase in status I saw among batchmates as 'the guy who plays Hotel California on guitar'. Suffice to say I never got any women or drugs playing that song, but it was a great boost in confidence for a young man working his way around six strings.

I think when I get back home today, I'll give the song another listen. Just for old time's sake.

PS. I initially considered, then quickly dropped, the idea of any references to Hotel Keralafonia for cheap effect. Kudos, though, to the true red-blooded Malayali who came up with those lyrics, documenting and forever sealing the connection between the song and the state halfway across the world that is crazy about it.

72/100 Rating

Now it came a surprise when you see an official copy of a film that you had seen on the television and you're seeing a different version.  Violence and swearing which was cut from the TV version appear, it was great to see these new things, it was like seeing a film for the first time again.  My greatest memory was with Predator, the first time I saw that, I watched a badly TV edit version so when seeing it again, full of extra violence, I was pleasantly surprised but also outraged.

Since then I have seen films cut to fuck with terrible edits and bad dubs.  Now for your pleasure, here are some examples of the worst safe for TV versions of films I have ever seen.

Die Hard 2

Robocop

Scarface

The Big Lebowski

I refuse to do the Dude thing about the iTunes Store's pomposity, and contempt for Dudeness and Dude people.

In spite of over 150 bad reviews, they continue with their bliss. What the fuck am I talking about, Walter?

The iTunes Store has been selling an "album" purported to be the soundtrack from the film, The Big Lebowski. The "album" contains exactly one (1) tune... The rest of the fine music has been ignored....

I am drawing a line in the sand here. No more Apple products. All done.

EIgentlich sollte ein Kult-Film wie "The Big Lebowski" nicht mehr rezensiert werden müssen, doch andererseits könnte man vielleicht sagen, dass man gerade solch einen Film nicht oft genug vorstellen kann. Vor allem, weil ich in letzter Zeit die schreckliche Erfahrung machen durfte, dass es in meinem Freundes- und Bekanntenkreis tatsächlich Menschen gibt, die "The Big Lebowski" noch nie gesehen haben.

Um diesen Schock besser verarbeiten zu können, entschloss ich eine kleine Filmkritik niederzuschreiben. Sollte schließlich nicht so schwer werden, immerhin habe ich diesen Film bereits mindestens zwei Dutzend mal gesehen.

Einfache Sache also? Nicht ganz. Ich gebe zu, ich unterschätzte meine Voreigenommenheit für den Film und so waren die ersten Entwürfe für die Katz. Das waren keine Rezensionen, sondern exzessive Lobeshymnen wie nach der Gehirnwäsche in einer "The-Big-Lebowski"-Sekte.

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Doch genug Geschwafel. Worum geht es in dem Film?

Jeff Bridges spielt hier einen Kerl namens Jeffrey Lebowski, der sich selbst aber einfach nur der Dude nennt. Dieser Dude ist ein arbeitsloser Versager, der ständig nur in Trainingshose, Wollpullover und oder Bademantel herumläuft. Seine Hobbies sind Kiffen und Bowling spielen.

Der Dude ist der ultimative Antiheld der Gesellschaft und doch gleichzeitig ein liebenswürdiger und äußerst sympathischer Charakter, da er mit dem was er hat und was er kann absolut glücklich und zufrieden ist.

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Die Handlung beginnt mit einer klassischen Verwechslungsgeschichte: Zwei Typen überraschen den Dude bei sich zu Hause und verlangen Geld von ihm. Zu allem Überfluss pinkeln sie auf seinen Teppich - den Teppich, der "das Zimmer erst so richtig gemütlich gemacht hat."

Gesucht wurde selbstverständlich ein anderer Jeffrey Lebowski, ein Millionär. Und angestachelt von seinem Kumpel Walter, einem Vietnamveteranen mit einem leichten Aggressionsproblem - sagenhaft gespielt von John Goodman - macht sich der Dude auf, um beim reichen Mr. Lebowski Schadenersatz für den ruinierten Teppich zu fordern...

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Und ab hier nimmt das Unheil seinen Lauf, denn der Dude wird durch den Kontakt zum anderen Lebowski in allerlei absurde, gefährliche, aber gleichzeitig komische Situationen hineingezogen.

So wird er ziemlich schnell in einen Entführungsfall verwickelt, bei dem er als Kurier fungieren soll. Dummerweise geht alles in die Hose und die verschiedenen Parteien, die da mit drinhängen - unter anderem deutsche Nihilisten und eine feministische Vaginal-Künstlerin - haben es plötzlich auf den armen Dude abgesehen. Doch der Dude wäre nicht der Dude, wenn er nicht versuchen würde alles wieder auf die Reihe zu bekommen...

Was dabei alles passiert ist das Kernstück des Films. Die vielen Kettenreaktionen und Verstrickungen innerhalb der Handlung, die mit unheimlich viel Liebe zum Detail erzählt werden, sind das was dem Film zum Kultstatus verholfen hat - neben den grandiosen schauspielerischen Leistungen von Jeff Bridges und John Goodman natürlich, die hier ohne Übertreibung in eine ihrer besten Rollen zu sehen sind.

In einer perfekt besetzten Nebenrolle ist zudem Steve Buscemi zu sehen, der mit seiner Figur namens Donnie eine der wohl tragikomischsten Charakter der jüngsten Filmgeschichte darstellt.

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Beim ersten mal fand ich "The Big Lebowski" nicht sehr überzeugend. Dennoch merkte ich, dass der Film Potential besaß - nicht wegen den vielen Flüchen, sondern insbesondere weil mir soviele Zitate im Kopf hängen blieben - und so schaute ich ihn mir irgendwann erneut an, was sich als absolut richtige Entscheidung erwies.

Je öfter man sich diesen Film anschaut, desto mehr Details fallen einem auf, desto klarer werden die Erzählstränge und desto skurriler und dadurch aberwitziger erscheinen die Charaktere.

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Abgefahrene Story mit super besetzten Darstellern und einem sehr genialen Soundtrack!

Ein Film, den man gesehen haben muss! Oder?

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"Weißt du, das ist vielleicht deine Meinung, Mann..."

Mood Music: Just Dropped In (to see what condition my condition was in) by Kenny Rogers and the First Edition

Sorry gals, this article's for the guys, but feel free to read on.  Heck, even chime in if you'd like, I have a feeling that you won't see many guys commenting on this one, but they'll be laughing quietly, or not so quietly if read at work.  I just wanted to comment on a few things that I'm pretty sure all guys do, but don't talk about.  I'm gonna give you these nuggets in installments so as not to burn all your avenues at once.  I hope this isn't the equivalent of a magician giving away his secrets, but if so, rest assured guys that you can always deny ever doing any of these things.  So, without further ado, here's the first of my marital anecdotes.  My wife (let's call her Ellen) might not forget so easily, here's hoping, enjoy:

--Stop me if you've been here before.  It's about 2 am or so in the morning; you are about 12 beers deep and your wife,girlfriend,boyfriend,etc.... has decided to go to bed.  The problem is that her final request before retiring was that you stop drinking.  You answered, "oh yeah, this is my last beer, I'm just gonna watch a little TV, then I'll come to bed"  See, here's what you didn't tell her:

- you're almost done with that beer (every guy that has perpetuated this lie begins praying at this point that she won't grab the beer to see how much is left.  this makes for very difficult redirection if she happens to get up later because you're still awake...we'll get to that in a moment)

- you have no intentions of coming to bed after that beer.  Earlier while flipping through the channels as she was dozing off, you noticed that The Big Lebowski was coming on at 2 am.  Sweet.  (at that point here's what goes through your head:  How many beers do I have left?  If you dip (chewing tobacco for the layman) or smoke then you are mentally making sure you have enough without freaking out.  This can provide a speed bump.  If you realize that you are almost out of dip or cigarettes, then you nervously try and consider how you can possibly manage to get out of the house, drive down the street to the gas station, and get back in the house before she realizes you're gone; needless to say, if you get to this point, the general resolution is to forget about tobacco.  I believe that there are only a handful of instances where I got away with this.  Let me just say that it involved a whole lot more than just leaving and coming back.  thankfully for me, the days of tobacco are over and that difficulty is squashed.

So she goes to bed at 1:58 (perfect timing) and you get comfy on the couch prepared to engulf yourself in the glorious film that is The Big Lebowski ( you can substitute any monumentally great movie here).  Unfortunately, it is already time to get another beer.  Pay attention cause here's Nugget #1 -- Do not, I repeat, do not get up to get another beer.  If she has just gone to bed she will hear it, every time.  Trust me. 

****a small piece of advice for those of you that prefer the preemptive strike; buy bottled beer, it will save you many mini heart attacks on these late night excursions into marital bliss.

Now, where were we?  Oh yeah, wait until you are 100% sure that she's in bed and asleep before you get up to get another beer.  I know, I know, the tumbleweed is a tumblin' and the Stranger's narration kicks in: "Way out west there was this fella.....a fella by the name of Jeff Lebowski."  The soundtrack is pumping and you are ready for that beer.  Wait.  I promise you won't regret it.  If you get up now to grab a beer, even if they are bottles, she will hear the door to the fridge open.  It's just that simple.  I don't know where a woman's sense of hearing comes from, but it's like an effin 'Spidey Sense' at night, when there's late night drinking involved.  Just sit back, enjoy the movie for a few minutes longer, be patient.

--Ok.  You've waited the proper amount of time (this is one thing I cannot help with; every woman is different when trying to fall asleep, you must learn this the hard way)  If you can't wait any longer and are still unsure if she has fallen asleep, then it's up to you to make your move.  Nugget #2 -- never, no matter how curious or concerned, NEVER, get up to check and see if she's asleep.  Invevitably she is not and you will end up having to talk for a substantial amount of time, and then guesstimate again when you think she's out.  At which point the movie is also shot.

So your first move is to get up and get a beer.  Guys, if you're preemptive strikers this is where you can pat yourselves on the back because you only have one obstacle left.  that's opening the fridge.  If you've waited long enough, this will not hinder you at all and you should be enjoying a fresh, cold beer while the Dude sips milk from an open carton in the grocery aisle in no time.  For those of you that decide against bottles (possibly to save a little cash, probably because you forgot or bought them for disc golf) then you've got a little more work ahead of you. 

****If you bought bottles, don't forget to chunk the caps.  You'd really hate to make it through a perfect night only to have your skull caved in the next morning after your wife sees 6 fresh caps on the counter.

Back to the tin men.  If you bought cans, again, make it past the fridge opening first act, and then on to the most difficult novelty in all of late night drinking.....How do you open a can of beer in an empty house without waking your wife?  I've got a few solutions, but you will have to try them out to see what works best for you.  there are plenty of variables in every house.  Do you have hardwoods throughout?  Is your bedroom on the same floor as the den or viewing room?  Is the closest bathroom next to your bedroom?  All of these things have to be taken into consideration. 

Option 1 - sit on the couch, brace a pillow up against your legs, while you are bracing it slide the beer underneath with your other hand and slowly pop the top.  When done correctly, this will almost always muffle the sound.  I will warn you that it takes a little practice, and you might spill a little beer on the couch, but it's worth it in the end.

Option 2 - Cough loudly and open the beer at exactly the same time.  this is presumptive in that you are assuming that your wife's 'Spidey Sense' won't tingle at ordinary noises.  You might be right.  Still, I'd rather not risk it.

Option 3 - Another risk, but one that usually works when done well.  Go to the bathroom.  You will end up having to do this at some point anyway (unless you have a way to slip outside and if that's the case why are you still reading?)  After you've washed your hands, reach over to flush and open the beer at the same time with your other hand.  For whatever reason, I am fairly certain that the toilet flush isn't encompassed within the range of 'Spidey Sense'.  Don't know why, but it works.

When at first you don't succeed.....you know the drill.  I'm pretty sure most of you have already tested out one or all of these options, and if you've been married a little while, you've probably found the option that works best for you.  If there's one that I've missed, please feel free to comment below.  I'm just trying to help out those of you who are new to the world of late night married life.  By no means should this be an every night deal.  Save it for those occasions when the Big Lebowski (or one of your favorite movies) just happens to be on randomly.  It's really not a good thing to try this every night.  You will really start to burn out on those movies, you know? 

****one final note.....if she gets up for some reason and actually comes into the room, your comment should be that it's the same beer from earlier if she asks you if you're still drinking.  At this point, you're gonna have to pray she doesn't pick it up, but that's where a little bit of luck plays a huge part.  If she didn't touch it earlier, odds are she's still a little groggy and won't know if it's a new beer or not.  If she did pick it up earlier, and it was warm and almost empty, you're screwed.  But as a Stranger once said, "sometimes you eat the bar, and sometimes, well, he eats you." 

I'll talk at you all again tomorrow!

" I guess that's the way the whole durned human comedy keeps perpetuatin' itself. "

"That rug really tied

the room together. Am I

wrong?!? (Shut up, Donny)"

-o.o-