Title of the First…

Pom had an interesting interest. He found interesting rocks for his interesting rock collection. Not uncommonly-uncommon or exceedingly-rare interesting rocks. Those, as I’m sure you suspect, are quite difficult to acquire. Moon rocks, stones from the Laurentian Abyssal, four-hundred fifty-three pound iron meteorites. No, just your average-everyday sort-of interesting rocks. An interesting fossil bead, leaf, or sponge, a multi-colored marble chip, a piece of sandstone in the shape of a buffalo. The kind most people usually overlook as nice to look at, or take a quick rub or tumble through their fingers. Not nearly interesting enough to bend over for a double-take or make them exclaim, “My goodness…That — is an interesting rock!”

Pey also had an interesting interest. She collected random, partially-overheard conversations taken completely without any context. A strangely interesting interest, but to her quite amusing and interesting. She kept them in a plaid notebook titled “Highly-Interesting Conversations From…” An odd title for an odd interest, I suppose. Unlike Pom, Pey wasn’t satisfied with your average-everyday conversational snippets. She only collected the most satisfyingly obscure partially-overheard conversations. “Bacon? Bacon, he says! That’ll fill the space in yer bloomers, or my name isn’t Berfrombilius…” “Seriously. I’m telling you. Plaid underwear is the new…” “And we hit it, and hit it, and hit it, and it just wouldn’t die…[laughter…]”