There’s no earthly way of knowing, which direction we are going. There’s no knowing where we’re rowing, or which way the river’s flowing. Is it raining? Is it snowing? Is a hurricane a–blowing?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XB1Pq1_M-Wg
Today might seem like a day like any other, but today is a very special day. Today is the day all the nerds in the western world congregate to celebrate another sweaty turd secreted from the sweaty, strained mind of George “Needs More Dead Jawas and Screaming” Lucas. A new monolith to monotonous cinema has been erected using discarded Jar-Jar Binks merchandise and VHS tapes where Han shot first.
(Warning: some salty language)
Way out west there was this fella… fella I wanna tell ya about. Fella by the name of Jeff Lebowski. At least that was the handle his loving parents gave him, but he never had much use for it himself. The Dude, he called himself “The Dude”.
This video makes me feel old, and for all the wrong reasons. I haven’t seen a picture-a-day until-I-look-really-different video since I was at an age where it was still acceptable to poop myself and giggle inanely. Although, very little about me has changed since then. I still remember those days fondly. High school was a very good time for me.