Look at this ridiculous thing.
That's the two-disc, limited edition, collectible version of the 10th anniversary DVD of The Big Lebowski, one of my favorite films, and probably one of most peoples' favorite films, actually. The studio sent us over one of these--it boasts a slew of all-new special features, plus individually numbered, bowling ball packaging--and it's currently sitting on my desk, and I'm resisting the selfish urge to just take it home and not tell anybody about it. (Especially since the thing doesn't even come out in stores until September 9--and if having something like this on your shelf before anybody else doesn't give you bragging rights around good ol' Insterstate Lanes, I don't know what will.) But no! Instead, we're gonna do a contest so that one lucky Blogtown reader can take it home. Why? Because I am giving and kind and generous, and don't you ungrateful assholes forget it.
Hit the jump for the details.
Okay, here's the deal: I want to make sure that this thing goes to a hardcore fan of the film, so this'll be a little bit tricky. And since I'm the one who's gonna have to read all these and figure out who wins, the contest is going to center around my very favorite character in The Big Lebowski.
As fans of The Big Lebowski undoubtedly know, Theodore Donald "Donny" Kerabatsos went to his sweet, sweet reward in the film--entirely too soon, and by way of a less-than-dignified funeral service from his two best pals. So here's the deal: In the comments below, in 100 words or less, describe what you imagine Donny's heaven looks like. Is it a sun-dappled field? Is it just one big bowling alley? Is there a naked Julianne Moore there? A naked John Turturro? Use your imagination, you knowledge of the Lebowski-verse, and your appreciation for Theodore Donald "Donny" Kerabatsos guide your answer. Best response that's posted by noon on Monday, September 1 wins the DVD set. Extra points for haiku and limericks.
NOTE: Normally I'd say something here like "Employees of the Mercury are not allowed to compete" or whatever, but Ezra Ace Caraeff, Ned Lannamann, and Patrick Coleman have all been leering at/fondling this thing, their eyes alight with a predatory, sordid, sexual glimmer. (Don't worry; the DVD set is still in its shrinkwrap.) Since those sneaky fuckers would just be competing under pseudonyms anyway, that rule's out the window: Anybody can enter, but only one Lebowski fan will win. Have at.
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