Thursday, February 17, 2011

Mr.Unicorner: The Dude.

Presenting The Dude. February 2011's Mr. Unicorner!

Hot like lava, Cool like Ice. Nothing gets the Dude down. Don't call him Mr. Lebowski, that was his dad's name.
Take a deep breath Oriana, calm down. I am actually over exciting myself as I type this. The power of the Dude is overwhelming me. He just says/does/wears too many awesome things. It is like the Thanksgiving dinner of Awesome, what do I start with???!!!!

I'm not talking about Jeff Bridges now, he deserves his own Mr. Unicorner post (swoooooon). I'm talking about the character he portrayed in everyone's favorite movie "The Big Lebowski"(also deserves it's own post) as well as the actual person his character was based on. It is funny to note that Jeff Bridges, a life long lover of the cannabis, actually quit smoking while acting in that role. He started up again shortly after filming wrapped but isn't it slightly ironic that while embodying the biggest stoner in California?

Back to my non existent train of thought. Here are few shots of the dude along with some memorable lines.
Oh and if you haven't seen the Big Lebowski you have two options. 1) give up on life now or 2) netflix that mother and have your mind blown. your choice :)

Oh, the usual. I bowl. Drive around. The occasional acid flashback.

God damn you Walter! You fuckin' asshole! Everything's a fuckin' travesty with you, man! And what was all that shit about Vietnam? What the FUCK, has anything got to do with Vietnam? What the fuck are you talking about?

She's not my special lady, she's my fucking lady friend. I'm just helping her conceive, man!

That rug really tied the room together.

Hey, careful, man, there's a beverage here!

You brought the fuckin' Pomeranian bowling?

Nobody calls me Lebowski. You got the wrong guy. I'm the Dude, man.
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Yeah, well. The Dude abides.

This is a very complicated case, Maude. You know, a lotta ins, a lotta outs, a lotta what-have-yous. And, uh, a lotta strands to keep in my head, man. Lotta strands in old Duder's head. Fortunately, I'm adhering to a pretty strict, uh, drug regimen to keep my mind, you know, uh, limber.

I'll tell you what I'm blathering about... I've got information man! New shit has come to light! And shit... man, she kidnapped herself. Well sure, man. Look at it... a young trophy wife, in the parlance of our times, you know, and she, uh, uh, owes money all over town, including to known pornographers, and that's cool... that's, that's cool, I'm, I'm saying, she needs money, man. And of course they're going to say that they didn't get it, because... she wants more, man! She's got to feed the monkey, I mean uh... hasn't that ever occurred to you, man? Sir?

Let me explain something to you. Um, I am not "Mr. Lebowski". You're Mr. Lebowski. I'm the Dude. So that's what you call me. You know, that or, uh, His Dudeness, or uh, Duder, or El Duderino if you're not into the whole brevity thing.

My only hope is that the big Lebowski kills me before the Germans can cut my dick off.