The Monday of Dude Weekend

dudes on a plane

So Stan spent yesterday evening on a plane returning from a wedding in Florida. As you may know, there has been some pretty rough weather in the area. And last night we had to fly right through it. It was especially fun given the 44 oz. of beer I drank in the airport bar watching the last few holes of the Player's Championship.

But this time was a little hairier than most. Descending through the clouds and rain at about 5,000 feet a bolt of lightning struck the plane. Everything flashed red then there was a huge boom immediately following. It was startling, but not that scary really. You're flying a gigantic tube of metal through the middle of a thunderstorm. Its probably going to get hit by lighting, and you can expect that the designers foresaw this and made accommodations. I will panic if I hear "Folks, this is your Captain speaking. Look, uhm, light 'em up, 'cause we're going down, okay. I got a carton of Camels non-filters, I'll see you on the ground. Take it easy."

But some of Stan's fellow passengers promptly lost their shit. One lady immediately yelled out "FIRE!" (wtf?) A few others screamed, and the lady next to me was breathing like Rosie O'Donnell after the 100 yard dash. Then when we got on the ground everyone was thanking god we made it out alive.

Dude Movie Reviews: No Country

Here's a new exciting stream that could mimic the popularity of my last stream, Dude Dining. I finally saw No Country For Old Men this weekend. I have to say, I didn't really enjoy watching it. Kind of gory. But, I didn't hate the ending like everyone told me I would.

But the more distance that grows between me and that Netflix envelope, the more I start to like it. I start to think about the complexity of the three characters and how they interact and what they represent.

So really I just don't know what to think. Now aren't you happy you spent time reading this post?

strong leader: reagan 1985 edition

Dudeweekend is a viper's nest of hillary-hate. Its not only the deviousness with which this monster has run her campaign, the nefarious cast of characters which cling to her, her philandering husband's embarrassing antics, or the constant racial and religious shenanigans (He's not a Muslim as far as I know") this devil in a red pantsuit has resorted to in an effort to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat. Its mostly the constant dissembling, double standards, and general dishonesty which is the mark of this woman, nay this couple.

Mrs. Wolansky made the comment the other night that Hillary is like the little girl on the playground who will antagonize and goad her playmate into hitting her, then scream bloody murder for the teacher. Thats a pretty apt description. But I want to take on another myth that has suddenly materialized from the ether.

Now Clinton is the "strong leader" (by extension Obama is not). This is laughably stupid for many reasons, but let me pose just one obvious one- a "strong leader" does not cry at the prospect of losing the New Hampshire primary, or after getting her ass handed to her in the Potomac primaries. Sorry Hillary, you reaped the benefits, now its time to pay the costs. She should be asked if she is going to break down in tears at the negotiating table because "its not easy?" Is this the pose of a strong leader?