That's in juvenile. This is Young Adult.

...or, "It's a record we've been listening to and enjoying, Barry."

Last week, one of my coworkers was on the phone for twenty minutes, giving by-the-minute direction action to him while he drove over half an hour to get to our library. You know the kind: "OK, coming up on your left is a Skyline...let me know when you get there..."
What was this patron coming for? Doogie Howser dvds.
The week before that, we all laughed uproariously when another teen librarian told a story about a teen's spectacularly false claims of Dance Dance Revolution mastery. In my head, it looked a lot like the dance scene in Better Off Dead.

(I couldn't find the dance scene. Sorry.)
So is it any wonder that yesterday on my first trip to the record store in the painfully hip part of town I went looking for and then asked the clerk where I could find the new Arctic Fire album.
I also bought this super-cute li'l guy:

I'm so all about Japanese and fauxJapanese surprise toys for "grownups".
And then I went home and did my taxes with an excellent soundtrack.