The film, The Big Lebowski, I mean. I saw it, I don’t get it. I know several males who would live by it, if they could.

On the way home today, saw a relevant bumper sticker. So I got home and followed the trail.

And here’s the site for the very real Lebowski Fest held, need we even explain, in a bowling alley.

(This year, it seems, there are even two such events – one in Louisville, where the whole thing started, and one in NYC)