I’ve fulfilled one of my life’s ambitions: I now own a print copy of the Encyclopædia Britannica.
Of course, it’s not brand-new — it’s the 1984 edition, picked up at a used bookstore at $45 for the whole 20-volume set. But that’s cool. It’s got the history I grew up with. The USSR. Pluto as a planet.
Plus, you know. Britannica.
Let’s see… I’m married, have a house, own a copy of Britannica. I’ve even had my fifteen minutes of fame. Geez. There aren’t that many life’s ambitions left.