A few weeks ago I read a story on The Awl (that's not unusual, they post 20,000 times a day.) The post was a funny invitation for The Awl's normally liberal readers to ask a few questions of a conservative in the name of open dialogue, furthered mutual understanding, and to un-wad some panties over conservatism in general. This particular conservative happened to be a Mormon originally from Utah. I posed my own question and then followed the link to the blog he runs with his brothers: Don't Do Dumb Things. (Seriously solid and funny writing right there; you should probably subscribe.)
I recognized one of the brothers from some guest posts he'd done on other websites. I followed a link to his wife's blog where I read that they were moving back to the UC from another state because he'd accepted a new job and definitely Did Not Want to Move to P-Town. You know me, I had to defend P-Town, it's a requirement of my not-shut-up-ingness. This sort of thing happens all around the internet all the time (usually by me.) So that was nice I did that.
Hey, remember that job I started a month ago? It's pretty sweet. I like it, and yes, they actually do stuff and it's an actual business (because I know some of you Kacy were worried.) My team is five people, including me, and that's great. On Tuesday a new guy came over to our area and introduced himself. He and I stared at each other for about 30 seconds before we simultaneously said, "NO WAY."
Turns out it's the brother. I was giving moving advice to my new co-worker. THE INTERNET, EVERYONE!
That night I told Other Half the story as I brushed my teeth. "Isn't that random?" I said.
"No," he responded, "It's coincidental."
"Sure, but what are the chances, right? Then again, I got to thinking about it and the chances probably aren't as astronomical as you'd think because they're originally from Utah, went to the B.Y., and we probably have a lot of connections."
"The probabilities are incalculable; the variables aren't measurable."
Gang, this is what it's like being married to Math Guy. He starts talking absolute and existential and then pretty soon he's proving unicorns don't exist again and I don't need that heartache.
Run free, brave Unicorn Kitten Pegasus that I know exists.
And go read DDDT.