On the evening of New Year's Day, I was sitting in a hotel room in Pocatello, Idaho, flipping around the channels, and "Napoleon Dynamite" was on E!. It was an amazing feeling -- watching the best movie ever made about Idaho in Idaho. It's been five years since it was made for $400K and made over 100 times its costs back, but everybody's over it because in America, sensations die easy. Napoleon's legacy lives on well into 2009, however, because he's screwing up the Netflix Prize.

During one of the 379 commercial breaks, I checked the map to see how close I was to the town where the film was shot. Too close not to make a pilgrimage, it turned out. On my way south to Utah, I slid off the interstate down the one-lane mountain road to the small town of Preston. I'm not the first to make the trip, and it's to the point where it's organized religion, but my trip was flippin' sweet anyway.