I don’t know if other people experience this. I don’t know that there’s not already a word for this that I just don’t know about (like my discovery of “The Narcisim of Minor Differences“, which I observed, but didn’t realize was a relatively well-known concept).
But there often seem to be these uncanny things that will pop up all at once in the course of a single day. (I can hear Helmecki already start to blather about a plate of shrimp, a la Repo Man…).
Take yesterday. I got a haircut first thing in the morning before work. AM news radio was on in the barber shop (story for another time: I deeply believe in only going to old man barbershops: none of this unisex crap for me). This station carried Paul Harvey, which is about par for the course for an old man barbershop. He was talking in his ridiculous Paul Harvey voice about the most ridiculous Paul Harvey stuff, the most jaw-dropping of which was a story about a bunch of old men playing golf in Florida stepping over their friend who had a heart attack and died on the 17th hole and playing through.
Then, after a long, busy day, as I was on my way out the door, a co-worker and I were talking about fat free snacks that use olestra, which inevitably made me bring up John’s Olestra prank (how I miss the early days of the web!). Which also got me talking about Computer Stew, his daily ZDNet webcast which was funded by overt sponsor plugs, a la the early days of TV. Which made my co-worker mention how Paul Harvey’s on-air ads must do more damage than good to their sponsor.
So after not thinking of Paul Harvey, probably since the Simpsons episode which contains a fictional book-on-tape by Paul Harvey called “Mr. and Mrs. Erotic American”, I am confronted with Paul Harvey twice in one day.
Plate, shrimp, plate of shrimp.