The librarian at my grad school had a book cart in her house and would not let her husband put a book anywhere but on that cart once he was finished with it. Power move.

I once met someone who was pursuing a dual-major in museum sciences and marketing. She basically wanted to do things like this, like run museum gift shops and research which replicas people might want—like she wanted to sell the actual model of golf club that was used on the moon, or whatever. I thought it was brilliant! No idea if she ever got the job she wanted.

Same!

I also loved when, on David Spade’s Hollywood talk show from back in the day, Enrico Colantoni (Elliot) would appear as a kind of guest correspondent he’d always refer to Spade as “Finch.”

A Just Shoot Me meme in the Year of Our Lord, 2025? You, person of intellect and culture, are to be applauded.

“Chicken pot, chicken pot, chicken pot pie!”