Today is an exciting day for me. A temporary bug in one of my scripts that didn't account for a specific situation put anything with the words "Frank Zappa" in it into a single collection.
Every item. That mentions Frank Zappa.
2,112 items.
I may livestream the process. I'm carefully returning them where they originally lived in the archive's stacks.
There are people doing stuff like this every day in other libraries and archives, after a conversation that begins "Wait, did you..." and ends with 'Oh no."
Luckily, this is all digital. No Frank Zappas were harmed in this situation and all of them can be enjoyed instantly while I fix them.
7 of my relatives died in the holocaust so abruptly and extensively that their names are blank in the family tree because everyone who knew their names was also killed.
So, back when the Charlesgate and Fensgate dorms were a thing at Emerson College, there was one specific bridge viewable from the dorms that was between where Interstate 90 dumped you and getting into Boston University, and BU students smashing their U-Haul trucks into it.
I've actually believed for some time that the greatest thing is how bright rental trucks are and it should almost be a law they're incredibly bright, because "HELLO, THE DRIVER OF THIS TRUCK NEVER DRIVES TRUCKS"
BONK! Stay on the left side, families driving your BU students in!