All of the visual media I have consumed over the past two weeks–the uninspiring movie version of Ghost World, almost the entirety of the inaugural season of 30Rock, and the first half of The Big Lebowski–have featured the singularly peculiar personage of Steve Buscemi, a strange and delightful series of coincidences that leaves my interest piqued for May-December romance with a snaggletoothed curmudgeon.