I used to wait for dad to come home each Thursday because that was the edition of the paper with quarter-page ads that were just price lists of refurbished computer equipment. I'd sit there with a highlighter and go through them, trying to figure out a way to afford my own Pentium 3 on $10/week of pocket money, or get my Pentium 1 to run a little faster.

It was also the edition of the paper with a new TV guide, which I'm sure made my habit very annoying when the rest of the family wanted to see what was on.