The cinetrix can't even procrastinate like other people. See, she should be working on a longer piece about what the hell Saddam Hussein is doing in South Park: Bigger, Longer, Uncut and The Big Lebowski [aside from singing, breakdancing, dating Satan, and handing out bowling shoes, that is]. So she ambles over to the Guardian and finds this quiz, which promises to determine whether you're "a Coenhead or a bonehead" [remember, the cinetrix didn't write that groaner].
You scored 10 out of a possible 10
Big Lebowski.
What we have here is a bona fide Coenhead, a fan who knows the movies inside out. Congratulations. Our questions are like bowling pins falling before your ferocious strike.
Fuuuuuuck. Again with the Dude. Guess I'd better get back to work.
The Big Lebowski: Are you employed, sir?
The Dude: Employed?
The Big Lebowski: You don't go out looking for a job dressed like that? On a weekday?
The Dude: Is this a... what day is this?
The Big Lebowski: Well, I do work, sir, so if you don't mind.
The Dude: I do mind, the Dude minds. This will not stand, ya know, this aggression will not stand, man.
