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'Zombie Spaceship Wasteland' by Patton Oswalt  Full disclosure:
Comedian Patton Oswalt, author of a new book of personal essays
and other flights of whimsy called "Zombie Spaceship Wasteland,"
once invited me to his birthday party at the Lot, the former
Warner Bros. studio in West Hollywood.  Oswalt was showing "The
Warriors," director Walter Hill's disco-era-scented 1979 cult
classic about New York City gang warfare. That he would screen
"The Warriors" as though it were "Citizen Kane" tells you much
about the cineaste's passion with which Oswalt approaches pulp,
both offstage and in his stand-up act.  And so we arrive at the
first chapter in his book, Oswalt taking us back to the summer
of 1987, when as a teenager he worked at the Towncenter3 movie
theater, a triplex in the Washington, D.C., suburb of Sterling,
Va., near where Oswalt grew up.  "That was my Lapin Agile," he
declares of the Towncenter3. "My Factory. My Elaine's. My CBGBs.
My Stud