Thursday, August 03, 2006

Strange Tale

I've been home today, playing hookey from work on account of a nasty cold I've developed. I was checking Flickr this afternoon, looking to see what pics my friends and acquaintences have posted, and looking to see if there were interesting discussions going on in any of the groups I belong to. There's a spot on Flickr where it alerts you if anyone has left a comment on your pics, so that you can go in and read what people have said. Much in the same way that comments work on this blog really.

So I noticed that this very cool photographer who lives in my 'hood, and hangs around a couple of the same Flickr groups I do, had posted a comment on this pic of mine. The strangeness of this tale? In her comment she told me this:
"you are famous! i work at an opshop, and today I noticed someone donated a leather notepad so I leafed through and your blog spot address was hand written inside!! and nothing else, just that! what a coincidence hey?"

I mean. Whatthefuh? What are the odds of that happening? I thought it was pretty amazing when a few months back a stranger recognised me in a pub from this blog thing, but my url ending up being the only thing written in a book that someone who knows me looked through?

Of course, it may be a fever dream and the cold meds talking... in which case - as you were.


The Other Andrew said...

You are all so jaded! I mean, I still love each and every one of you but you're all like "whatevs", right? Can't even bring yourself to raise the enthusiasm to comment.

Huh, well don't come running to me when someone you know opens a random book and finds your name written in there. Yeah, like that's ever going to happen.

Michael said...

Mmmmm, I love being chastised by famous people. Spank me?

Seriously, it's a very cool thing. I just didn't know what to add (i.e. how to twist something sophomoric and stupid out of it). I always view such serendipitous things as pats on the back from the universe.

My B-movie brain can't help but imagine the next scene though, with your dawning expression of panic and horror, as you rifle through book after book all over the city and your blog address is written in like EVERY one.

The Other Andrew said...

Yeah, I kind of had that image too, one of me running through a library and tearing books down off the shelves (well, the low shelves obviously) and riffling through them to find my name in every one!

What weirds me out is the coincidence that someone who knows me, at least in the world of The Internetz knows me, was the one to find it. The odds seem pretty extreme.

Miss Eudoxia said...

It just goes to reinforce the fact that the world is indeed a very very small place nowdays.

dani said...

bizarro and glittr-girl were destined to meet that's all i can say.....and hope you're feeling better.