I really really want to rent Dude, Where’s My Car to see if I can make it all the way to the end. I can’t explain why. Self-flagellation would be quicker and less painful, I know, but with all the sport taken out of the exercise.

My delightful partner did me one better. He suggested a ritualistic viewing of Dude could form the backbone of some kind of Survivor for couch potatoes. We could offer a better prize than a million bucks, say a CHiPs doll or something. This might be too easy, however. Maybe it should be a doublefeature with Kingpin or something. Still working out the details.

*and by “couch potatoes” we mean people too smart to be on Survivor