I've wanted to own a DeLorean since I was 10 years old, but it always seemed like a silly daydream. Like owning the "A-Team" van or something.

The clans began to bombard the outer force field with rockets, missiles, nukes, and harsh language.

Cops pull me over just to get a better look. They never give me a ticket, even if I'm speeding, but they will ask to take pictures.

I've never really collected anything other than old Atari cartridges. I only had, like, 12 Atari games as a kid, so at some point in my 20s I decided I was going to own all of them.

For one quarter, Black Tiger lets me escape from my rotten existence for three glorious hours. Pretty good deal.

I've retroactively made all that wasted time rotting my brain into research. It makes me a hypocrite when I try to tell my own daughter, "I don't know, I think we've played a little too much Mario."

You’re evil, you know that?” I said. She grinned and shook her head. “Chaotic Neutral, sugar.