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The latter half of the talk is actually paraphrased from his second book: More Information Than You Require.
It’s President’s Day in the US today. I thought this was funny little spoof of Timbaland’s song Apologize.
Forget Bruckheimer! Look to Tollywood for some serious action!
I feel sorry for the horses, though.
Jace Hall was one of the co-founders of Monolith, who made Blood and Shogo, among other things. He’s since branched out and one of the things that he’s been doing is the reality show the Jace Hall Show. It’s funny, but this episode is especially good cause of a visit to Blizzard and a rematch between Dolph Lundgren and Carl Weathers (who fought in Rocky IV).
MUST SEE THIS!!!
In the film Jeff, a down on his luck office worker, finds out he is the last living relative of horror novelist H.P. Lovecraft. What he doesn’t know is that Lovecraft’s monsters are real and will soon threaten the very existence of mankind. Jeff and his best friend Charlie are forced to embark on a perilous adventure and they enlist the help of high school acquaintance, Paul, a self proclaimed Lovecraft specialist. Together the three unlikely heroes must protect an alien relic and prevent the release of an acient evil, known as Cthulhu.
via BD Horror News
I hope The Old Republic is exactly like this! I’ll be very disappointed otherwise.
What if William Shakespeare wrote The Big Lebowski?
[The bowling green. Enter THE KNAVE, WALTER and DONALD, to play at ninepins]
In sooth, then, faithful friend, this was a rug of value? Thou wouldst call it not a rug among ordinary rugs, but a rug of purpose? A star in a firmament, in step with the fashion alike to the Whitsun morris-dance? A worthy rug, a rug of consequence, sir?
It was of consequence, I should think; verily, it tied the room together, gather’d its qualities as the sweet lovers’ spring grass doth the morning dew or the rough scythe the first of autumn harvests. It sat between the four sides of the room, making substance of a square, respecting each wall in equal harmony, in geometer’s cap; a great reckoning in a little room. Verily, it transform’d the room from the space between four walls presented, to the harbour of a man’s monarchy.
Indeed, a rug of value; an estimable rug, an honour’d rug; O unhappy rug, that should live to cover such days!
Of what dost thou speak, that tied the room together, Knave? Take pains, for I would well hear of that which tied the room together.
Didst thou attend the Knave’s tragic history, Sir Donald?
Nay, good Sir Walter, I was a-bowling.
Thou attend’st not; and so thou hast no frame of reference. Thou art as a child, wandering and strutting amidst the groundlings as a play is in session, heeding not the poor players, their exits and their entrances, and, wanting to know the subject of the story, asking which is the lover and which the tyrant.
Come to the point, Sir Walter.
My point, then, Knave; there be no reason, if sweet reason doth permit, in enlightenment’s bower—and reason says thou art the worthier man—
Yes, Sir Walter, pray, merrily state the fulcrum of thy argument.
My colleague, although unfram’d and unreferenc’d, speaks plain and true. That these toughs are those at fault, we are agreed; that I stand wounded, unrevenged, we likewise are agreed; yet you circle the meanings unconstantly, like blunted burrs, unstuck where they are thrown.
Read the rest here: Two Gentlemen of Lebowski.