There’s a vegetable called the black salsify, which has a number of nicknames in different languages alluding to how much of a mess it makes when you cut it.
My “iPod Classic”, for all its faults, had survived going under a bus’s wheel unscathed and falling off my bike at speed a few times before I finally consigned it to the box of electronic stuff I wasn’t going to take with me when I emigrated three years ago. The Gameboy colour’s in the cupboard as I type! I might even bring it with me when society collapses and I have to forage.
Well, in the real world where normal people live, no, but philosophically, fine yeah. But then if you want to be philosophical I’d go further and call that equivocation between “interesting: piquing my curiosity in a way I like” and “interesting: some remark can be made”, and I don’t find the latter interesting to think about anyway.
It’s very tough to describe people who aren’t interesting in order to tell you why they’re not interesting, now I’ve set about doing it. It’s like describing a colour.