1. My Broadway Classics calendar: It was either this or an Ansel Adams calendar. That I chose this one probably says everything about me. To those of you who would judge: I have a big picture of Ethel Merman as Madam Rose from Gypsy staring at me. Everyday. I think I win.
2. Catwoman Fold and Mail Stationary: I like Catwoman. I like Catwoman a lot. In fact, if I were a fabulously beautiful, athletic, immoral socialite (or flight attendant or prostitute or whatever depending on which version you're working with), cat burglar supreme would be my first career choice. She had everything- a vinyl suit, pretty jewels, and Batman to mack on. I like the stationary because it doesn't require envelopes, and its bright comic-book colours look so jaunty when I go to post them.
3. Nancy Pearl action figure: A gift from my most-beloved roommate, Katie. She comes with shushing action and a stack of books, including her own, Book Lust. Librarians are awesome people, and I'm not just saying this because my Dad was one. They regulate access to the holy books, and are usually helpful, kind sorts of people with brains the size of elephants. Mr. Mills, my terrible high school "librarian" does not count. He was barely human, much less a librarian. Plus, her preferred the term "library technician", as if to prove his twatwaffle status. Nancy Pearl isn't afraid of being a librarian, of dressing the way she wants, or of reading the books she wants, and I love her for it.
4. My nameplate from my old job: Every summer, I usually work with my Mom at the teacher resource center cataloguing books. All of the other ladies had a professional name tag, with their name and the Upper Grand District School Board logo. The logo, depending on your interpretation, is either two children happily cheering in front of the Grand River, or two children caught in some crazy alternate dimension full of visible currents, where one false move could mean death. As a joke, I used to steal my mom's nameplate and cover up her first name with mine, written on a Post-It note in marker. After a while, my mom got them to make one for all the students so she could get her nameplate back. I keep mine on my desk, in case anyone should be in my room and be confused as to who I am.
5. A Big Stuffed Wolverine: No, not a taxidermied animal. Or a stuffed Michigan mascot. Rather, a stuffed version of the X-Man, of the kind that tends to come in those grab-a-toy arcade games. A birthday gift from my friends, it's the perfect representation of my bargain brand of nerdiness. I like superhero books, but not to the point of paying hundreds of dollars for the Wolverine vs. Sabretooth ceramic sculpture, hand painted in a limited edition of four hundred. Or, actually, enough to spend money following a book each month- comic books have gotten too damned expensive.
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