Yeah, if he is averse to accepting awards, I doubt he will win. They don't want another Sartre.

@avclub-95d952510e02ffba7fa228e4d43866cb:disqus I wouldn't expect anybody from the US, period. No American has won since Toni Morrison in…1993? So 20 years.

Still gunning for Pynchon. Unfortunately, he'll never win-they don't want another Sartre.

I don't understand this. I read Hardboiled Wonderland and Wind Up, and they were really good, but Nobel?

I enjoy pop science/pop psychology books so Gladwell is tempting to read-do you have any recommendations for the layman?

@avclub-3c23902822283144c09d87f123545c87:disqus Ah I see. I've never had a beer at a Chipotle, mostly because I tend to go for lunch during the week, and my employer frowns upon day drinking

@PPPfive:disqus I live in New York. It may not be ubiquitous, but you've really never been to a stateside bar that had "pints"?

Yeah me too. I don't know the man, but by all accounts Bryan Cranston is a very nice, gracious man. I have to imagine either Costabile's very obnoxious, or Cranston was having a bad day.

Whoa there, Stalin.

I don't know about sleazy, but when you get involved in that type of shit you do pretty much know what you're getting into/have it coming.

Yeah, if there's anything I learned from watching my girlfriend play it's: decide on a fixed amount you're willing to lose, and plan on losing all of it. And if you win, even just a small amount, quit while you're ahead and don't keep playing with that winner's high.

Yeah, that's probably true during the summer/daytime. But the desert can get *really* cold at night.

Shit, and to think he played Ben Stiller's sharting friend in Along Came Polly. And won an Oscar two years later.

For some reason I think I'd feel even dumber losing money at the slots. At least cards are kind of fun. I know there are some pretty expensive slot machines, but even at one of the small game ones, I'd lose $5 here and there and probably think to myself "That's one less trade paperback I can buy, there goes a pint,…

Yeah. And this isn't Jersey bashing either-I happen to love that state.

I keed, I keed. I'd live in New Mexico if I could get a fucking job in my industry there. I fell in love with that goddamned state when I did Philmont as a Boy Scout (cue jokes).

Breaking Bad made people actually want to go to Albuquerque. That's impressive, considering what the show's about.

Yeah, word up on the gambling. I took a trip down to Atlantic City this summer with my girlfriend and a few other people.

Oh man, great call. I saw this when I was going through a PSH phase a few years back. What about the one where PSH huffs gasoline after his wife kills herself? Love Liza?

@LiberalCollegeFreshman:disqus Maybe it was a small erection so he didn't notice.