awesome (and awesomely bad) book titles

I swear, I noticed this a couple of days ago while reading PW and Library Journal. Then I started to compile a list from memory and this week's PW...unfortunately, I then turned to the Soapbox column (of course, the last page of the issue), and it was exactly the topic I had been contemplating.
Sigh.
I'm either really, really good, or terribly, horribly derivitive. I leave that to you to decide, dear reader.

Ridiculous book titles:

First, the new stuff:
It Still Moves: Lost Songs, Lost Highways, and the Search for the Next American Music, by Amanda Petrusich
I Shot a Man in Reno: A History of Death by Murder, Suicide, Fire, Flood, Drugs, Disease, and General Misadventure, as Related in Popular Song, by Graeme Thomson (crud on a cracker people!!!)
The Ladies of the Night: An Historical and Personal Perspective of the First and Oldest Profession, by Gene Simmons (yes, THAT Gene Simmons)
Unplugged: How to Disconnect from the Rat Race, Have an Existential Crisis, and Find Meaning and Fulfillment, by Nancy Whitney-Reiter (in other words, how to stop paying your cable bill and go to the park every once in a while)
Hospital: Man, Woman, Birth, Death, Infinity, Plus Red Tape, Bad Behavior, Mooney, God and Diversity on Steroids, by Julie Salamon (well, no need to read the book people, it's all in the title!)
Working at the BallparK: The Fascinating Lives fo Baseball People - from Peanut Vendors and Broadcasters to Players and Managers, by Tom Jones (no, not THAT Tom Jones)
Furious Improvisation: How the WPA and a Cast of Thousands Made High Art out of Desperate Times, by Susan Quinn (brought to you by the future Committee of Un-American Activities)
Charlatan: America's Most Dangerous Huckster, the Man Who Pursued Him, and the Age of Flimflam, by Pope Brock (there's a goat on the cover. I'm not sure why)
The Ten-Cent Plague: The Great Comic-Book Scare and How It Changed America, by David Hajdu (we just got this in the library; it's been on my wish list since about November of last year...yaaaaay!)

Now, some older titles:
The Truth About Chuck Norris: 400 Facts About the World's Greatest Human, by Ian Spector (yup, I actually read and own this book)
Bone Sharps, Cowboys, and Thunder Lizards: A Tale of Edward Drinker Cope, Othniel Charles Marsh, and the Gilded Age of Paleontology, by Jim Ottaviani, Zander Cannon, Shad Petosky, Kevin Cannon, Mark Schultz (a graphic novel about competitive dinosaur bone hunters...can you blame me for not reading this?)
The Astonishing Life of Octavian Nothing, Traitor to the Nation, Vol. 1: The Pox Party, by MT Anderson (such biiiiig wooooords!)
The Know-It-All: One Man's Humble Quest to Become the Smartest Person in the World, by AJ Jacobs (if he's so humble, what's with the long-ass title?)
Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb, by Peter George (classic!)
For Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide When the Rainbow Is Enuf, by Ntozake Shange (dude! it even has street in the long-ass title!)

Then there's that whole breed of titles that aren't terribly long, they're just awkward to say and can't be shortened without the speaker looking like a total tool:
The Spy Who Came In from the Cold, John Le Carre (The Spy? The Spy Who? Spies in the Cold?)
any book that starts with the word Assassination (I have a couple)
Confessions of an Economic Hit Man, by John Perkins (try saying this when you've had a bit o' vino and try not to sound like you have a speech impediment, I dare ya)
The Hollow Chocolate Bunnies of the Apocalypse, by Robert Rankin (I guess you could shorten this to Hollow Chocolate Bunnies, but you still sound like an ass)
Wampeters, Foma & Granfalloons, by Kurt Vonnegut (this one is fun to say, but all anyone would hear are the marbles apparently rolling around in your mouth, unless they've heard the title before)
The Revolution of Little Girls, by Blanche Mccrary Boyd (any grown man saying this title automatically gets 200 marks in the pervball column, no questions asked)
Why Girls Are Weird, by Pamela Ribon (and 1000 punchlines are born...)
The Cold Six Thousand, by James Ellroy (I don't know why, but I always hated this title, it always tripped me up)

Ok, that's all the time I'll spend on this topic. Book titles: man, what a craaaazy business!