|Written by Chalupa|
|Thursday, 08 July 2010 00:00|
I came across this blog today and really dug this dude's attitude. Here's a guy that moved out to California and will soon be entertaining company...his parents. He's been living a very Dude-like lifestyle and isn't so sure his parents will approve. It's nice to see a more realistic perspective on living out one dreams to be like The Dude. This guy abides. Here's a small sample to get you started.
It’s not like I don’t want to work. Living your life like a character in “The Big Lebowski” isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. In real life, white russians have far too many ingredients to be affordable on an unemployment check, and your landlord won’t look the other way on your late rent payments if you attend their slightly homoerotic solo dance recitals.
At least not my landlord. I’ve offered.
There just isn’t much work for anyone these days, let alone a man whose main talent lies in thinking up synonyms for the word “poop” that you can print in a newspaper. Trying to find a job in 2010 is like trying to find a Jew in Germany in 1944. The few that remain are hidden, and only known to friends of the people close to them.
And as if things weren’t bad enough, now I’ll also be going to hell for writing that last paragraph. When it rains, it pours, dear reader.