Umm. *blinks rapidly* Am I really seeing this?

Someone (someone who was obviously on a shit-load of drugs to have thought of this in the first place) … Someone has done a mashup of two stories, a la Sense and Sensibility And Sea Monsters. . . which was fucked up enough as it was, thank you very much.

This mashup I speak of (reluctantly and with great distaste) is of modern/classic format, as well. . . but starts from a modern film and a very classical play. It’s a mashup to end all mashups. it’s Two Gentlemen of Verona meet The Big Lebowski, and I can’t sleep anymore at night.

The correct title is Two Gentlemen of Lebowski. *shudders* that’s as far as I got.

Check it out. I’m not making this up. Pic after the bump. Continue reading “Umm. *blinks rapidly* Am I really seeing this?”


A breath of optimism

Remember Shel Silverstein? If you grew up in my generation, and for quite a few years on either end, you most likely grew up hearing your parent read Shel Silverstein’s work when you went to bed.

My particular favorites were: Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout

Would Not Take The Garbage Out;

Early Bird (with those unforgettable lines, ‘Oh If You’re A Bird/Be An Early Bird/But If You’re A Worm, Sleep Late!);

Hug O’ War;

and Listen to the Mustn’ts.

I shall quote that poem in its entirety now.

Listen to the MUSTN’Ts, child,

Listen to the DON’Ts

Listen to the SHOULDN’Ts


Listen to the NEVER HAVEs

Then listen close to me–

Anything can happen, child,

Anything can be.

— Shel Silverstein, Where The Sidewalk Ends

Shel, we couldn’t have made it through childhood without you. *tips his hat* Thank you.