Listen to a Movie

If you sit at a computer all day, say working in an office like I do, you probably listen to the radio or CDs or podcasts, or something audible in nature to help pass the time. My work involves updating a lot of webpages, which usually consists of adding or deleting a line of text or sometimes messing with fonts and colors. So the majority of my work doesn’t take a lot of deep thinking. This means that I have my headphones on throughout the day. Unfortunately I crave something more engaging than just music. I get enough background music at home and in the car. Rob, Arnie, & Dawn have been my staple audio meal since I discovered they posted MP3s online. Unfortunately I consume their daily handful of clips rather quickly. I listen to PTI whenever they talk about something besides baseball, but that’s still only 20 minutes per day. I already plowed through the Ricky Gervais archives. So what’s left?

I was loading up my musical playlist with disdain until someone linked this wonderful site from the Something Awful forums (which provides all the visual entertainment I need during breaks). The site is called Listen to a Movie and the title is very descriptive of its function. I couldn’t be happier being able to listen to The Big Lewboski while I work. They have also posted a bunch of stand-up comedy DVDs which are perfect for this. The best part is that it’s all free and streams very quickly.

The Dude Abides

The other night, on our way back from a mirth-filled evening of Bryan Regan stand-up in Frisco, I somehow managed to rub a large piece of Pocky G into my favorite shirt, a baby blue Big Lebowski homage which states “the Dude abides” underneath a picture of him (often mistaken for Jesus by the uneducated). I didn’t notice the chocolate indiscretion until it was exposed in all it’s stained glory, by the bright lights of the supermarket back in Davis.

At first I was a little miffed at the whole situation and I mentioned it to my friend Nate, who happens to share my affinity for the great movie (his dad is basically the Dude of Tuolumne). He made the wise assessment that perhaps it wasn’t really all that bad, because the Dude wouldn’t fret over one measly little stain and it certainly wouldn’t stop him from wearing it bowling, so why should it upset me? So I said “fuck it dude, let’s go bowling” and washed it without any pre-wash preparation (Shout, for instance) and now I have a very dude-like stain permanently ingrained into my shirt.