Yes, yes, I know, even I usually post a wee bit more than I have been. What can I say, except I have been busy, not only with socializing but with the day job and working on things that I should be able to present here before the new year and any writing time I’ve had has gone to story scripting and an attempt to keep up on correspondence.
Though I did have a particularily pleasant evening this week. Kip’s been having to put in monstrous amount of overtime the past couple of weeks (in fact he has to work tomorrow, ugh) so I’ve actually made dinner this week. This is unusual for many reasons, the charming politics of which I only tell over a suitable beverage in Kip’s presence, but also because I only like to cook when I am in the mood. And by cook I mean more than a making a tuna fish sandwich or opening a can of soup.
Anyway, since it had just officially became Fall, I decided to cheer Kip up with making mushroom pie. The fact I came home to an already clean kitchen started me off in a good mood, and in the mood to cook. After the painful task of chopping two cups of onions, I put on Tom Waits’ Alice, poured myself a nice glass of red wine and continued by chopping the mushrooms then sauteing them with the onions and thyme, then added the cream cheese and so on. I had just finished rolling out the sour cream based crust when Kip came home with the movie we had agreed to rent for the evening, The Big Lebowski.
I’ve been in the mood to see this movie all week as a weird meme had started at the day job of randomly quoting The Big Lebowski. (eh, it’s been a stressful couple of weeks) And I got to thinking how odd it was that I’ve seen this particular Coen Brothers movie only the once. This was in the theater when it first released during production week of the late, great, Anodyne, so I actually kinda nodded off at points.
What a great movie! Absolutely quotable, so no surprise that there’s an online The Big Lebowski Random Quote Generator and the inescapable Which Big Lebowski Character Are You? quiz. Very good second viewing experience in that I had had forgotten just enough to make the story worth experiencing again and knew it just enough to enjoy peripheral details. And I do believe this is the movie I made the realization that all the comedy movies that the Brothers Coen made had narrators, whereas the thrillers do not. Yeah, The Man Who Wasn’t There broke that rule, but, then, it’s not my favorite movie by them, either.
However, my favorite part of this viewing of The Big Lebowski was at the end when a definitely cheered up Kip proclaimed, “Wow, that movie has aged really well!” I laughed. “Yeah, Kip, hrd to believe it came out all of five years ago.” Well, actually, it does feel longer than that, I admit it. Anodyne had collapsed and Kip and I had a whole new house and century to play in since then.
Hmmm. Didn’t plan on typing this much. But one last thought. To the critic who proclaimed that Coen Brothers movies have no heart: you, sir, are a moron.
