Seriously. Anytime you have to go, "....and then he travels back in time and fucks his mom. BAM!" then you know you should consider something different out of life.
Read Palahniuk's Rant. Huge thumbs down from me, and I've enjoyed the majority of his work. But it seemed like he ran out of steam towards the end, and just went, "Ok, fifty pages to go, let's wrap this thing up" and started throwing shit out there.
That's where the good Queens albums start and stop, if you ask me. The only thing Holme has done that's worth anything lately is fuck Brody Dalle. Rowr.