How things work

It's pretty darned odd how things fall together at times.

For instance, I've been corresponding with Doc Searls for a few years and he 'only' lives about fifty miles up the coast in northern Santa Barbara, yet our plans to meet were frustrated until last winter at ETech in San Diego. And the next time we met up was a few weeks ago in San Francisco at DIDW.

Likewise, I've been meaning to get together sometime with Tom McDonald for a couple months, but things (usually work, sometimes family) kept getting in the way. When I saw the post about Darin's birthday present on Sunday I was giggling and could well imagine the look on Darin's face. Darin and I are lifelong Packer fans (we'll have to see how Tom does when things go really south). I thought about posting a link then, but what was I going to say? The best thing I could think of was something along the lines of this making you pee yourself laughing. Hardly seemed worth adding my two cents.

And then I got an email from a coworker today telling me that as a Packer fan I had to see the link he included. A quote:

Knowing that you are a Packers fan I thought I would piss, er pass it along.

I immediately recognized the origin and eventually realized that our mutual friend in Oklahoma was the source. He'd passed it along as a challenge to a true Redskins fan (which is pretty funny all by itself, I'd like to see a urinal with Skin's colors and switchable Cowboy, Giant and Eagle targets). When I asked how he'd found that odd article, he'd just followed a link from here.

The upshot was that I called Tom when I got home to give him a sense of the story and we decided that tomorrow was a good day to get together for a long delayed lunch (I've also been promised some backstory on the urinal).