Here I am at the Reference Desk in Bizzell on a Saturday evening. A tourist-dad style man, complete with clip-on sunglasses, just stood directly across from the desk, smiled at me, and dumped some rocks out of his shoe. Otherwise, I've been asked for directions to the Holy Quaran and the bathroom. I was able to help with both requests.

I love the word "intertwingularity." I found this website by Googling the this word: http://www.mozilla.org/blue-sky/misc/199805/intertwingle.html
I think it's a pretty cool idea...