The rider's first paragraph is sooo Vancouver.

"... if you knew anyone with a Blu-ray player."

Yep, I have a small bottle at home. I usually use it as a cocktail ingredient.

Absinthe is that pony-tailed twit in a tweed jacket who says "Kafkaesque" at least seven times when recalling his visit to Prague.

Barrel-aged, vanilla imperial porter shows up on his dad's borrowed Harley.

Haha, Sierra Online's adventures games would do that to anyone, especially the hair-pullers that required you to type the "magic word."

I forgot about that one. Yikes. I recall reading about halfway through McSweeney's first edition of Vollmann's "Rising Up and Rising Down" and wondering, "Why would anyone want to read hundreds of pages of rejected magazine articles?"

At its best, his writing is sorta clever, but I can't forgive him for twisting "Where the Wild Things Are" into a melodrama.

Let's just say that I survived reviewing dozens of short stories and poems for SF State's creative writing magazines. The literary masturbation was thermonuclear.

Has anyone else struggled to read an Eggers book from cover to cover? "A Heartbreaking Work" is fine but you can tell it was heavily edited by Simon & Schuster. His McSweeney's works tend to be a chore to slog through.

A timeless scene from Wayne's World:

The other day I read a reader's complaint that went, "Why did Obama name that healthcare thing after himself? Is he a dictator or something?"

"You won't be needing this anymore."

Indeed, Shirley Jackson was a huge influence on King.

A famous oddity:

Ahem, it's spelled, 'Murica.

Aw c'mon, what teenagers aren't pretentious know-it-alls when they're 15?

A .38 Special isn't quite a Blunderbuss. I would've had a little respect for Mrs. Nugent if she brought this beast to the gym for self-defense:

I see the ol' Coppola nepotism lives on. There are about five relatives involved in the movie, and I believe I heard Papa Francis' voice.