A ribbon from the 1989 March for Women's Equality & Women's Lives that I went to along with four fellow Fordham students. (The joys of attending a Jesuit University. Other colleges could boast busloads full of students. All we managed was five people in a 1977 Ford Pinto. I love Fordham, and am proud to be an alumnus, but a hotbed of liberalism, it wasn't....)
The issue of Fordham's Point magazine where I wrote an article about the abovementioned march, which I honestly forgot I had written. It wasn't nearly as dreadful as I thought it would be. *laughs*
The nameplate from my cubicle when I worked at Library Journal from 1990-1992.
A badly beat-up copy of the issue of The Village Voice that reviewed The Chronic Rift in January 1991, including my mug on the table of contents page.
So I'm catching up with Supernatural, and I'm finally watching the "Wishful Thinking" episode of Supernatural.
See, there's this wishing well, and a little girl wished for a real teddy bear. She got this six-foot talking teddy bear -- who sees all the horror in the world and suffers from existential angst, to the point that he breaks into a liquor store and steals bottles of Irish Cream and Amaretto, and also raids the porno rack of the magazine stand.
Later on, his despair has grown so great, that he sticks a shotgun in his mouth. The camera pans aside, and we hear the report of the blast and stuffing splattered all over the wall. (I can safely say I've never seen teddy bear stuffing splatter before....) Then we pan back--
--to see that the teddy bear is still alive, albeit with a gigunda hole in the back of his bear head.
He looks to the ceiling in supplication, shakes his paws with fury and cries, "Whyyyyyyy?"
Definitely the finest moment in television history. Nothing will ever come close. *nods*