Seen on the curb outside an apartment building: An old couch, ugly as hell, broken, rotting, water-damaged, missing its legs, with "DON'T THROW OUT!" written on it.

Seen outside the mall: a wheelchair chained to a bike rack.

Seen on the cover of Cosmo: "99 sexy ways to touch him." (Correct me if I'm wrong, but in the appropriate context isn't any kind of touching sexy?)

Meanwhile, I've (temporarily) abandoned Cancer Ward for Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. So much for this "intellectual" thing.