Ha. My only such pairing so far.

I sometimes let my fascination with fountain pen inks get the better of me, buying more than I (reasonably) could use.

Alt text, baby. I wouldn’t leave you hanging.

I do as well. No arguments there. But approaching the series for me was like having a mess of hoarders in the family and thinking “You know what I’m going to relax tonight? Binge that show Hoarders.”

“I hear Jude Law’s in this one.”

“Oo, get the popcorn.”

I got as far as the trailer. “Nope,” I thought, “I know people like this.”

As I did myself.

I didn’t include them here, but there are a lot of vulgar terms on my list. With those, Love Island, ai art, and otherwise lovely people who sometimes are compelled to post in real time about every move in sports broadcasts, I’m ok with unending “Hush, now. We don’t need to share our every thought.“

“can to do the same”

Muting is vital if I’m going to wrangle this app into something nearing usefulness.

Speaking of buttons, check this couple at this year’s Mardi Gras in New Orleans all bedecked with old buttons:

Have you read Grainger’s book? It’s a good synthesis of contemporary understanding of the accretion of study on mediterranean fish sauces.

You’ll develop an eye for what it will fix and what it won’t, but I have bought books for pennies on the pound and dollar that needed only a light hand to bring back to fine condition. Some booksellers can’t be bothered. Others don’t know.

Ah, well.

It’ll clean off smudges and surface dirt, but it’s particularly useful for dissolving sticker adhesives. I dab on a small amount—enough to saturate the sticker’s paper—with a cotton swab, let it alone for 20-40 seconds, then gently lift it off. Wipe off residue. Like auto detailing for grubby books.

That’s like if Dolly Parton Herself baked you a Christmas boot.

I’m in.

Thank you, random footwear devotee. Your thing ain’t my thing, but I appreciate dropping the knowledge.