People You May Know

[captainsblog]

Other than me, that is. I knew this was gonna be a hellish week and I was right; most of my seven different hearings in a four-day period wound up either settling or adjourning, but there was still the stress of not knowing that until the day of, or at best the day before, most of them.  So that's why I've been unusually quiet the past few days.

For now, just a couple of odd coinkidink stories to share.  Two days ago, I took an older client to Bankruptcy Court. She's widowed, and one of the issues was how much, and when, her Social Security payment would increase when it went from being based on her widowed husband's earnings record to her own.  We couldn't say for sure, the hearing got postponed until we could, but as we headed out the door, another woman of about the same age greeted my client and her daughter....

who turned out to be the deceased man's first wife.  She wasn't there to spy on us, but, rather, had her own BK hearing scheduled for the exact same day and time.

I'd put the odds of that somewhere between scoring four and five of the winning numbers in Powerball.

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Then, yesterday, I got round to asking Eleanor if she recognized a name I'd been seeing a lot of. It had been bugging me, for it sounded very familiar yet I couldn't place it.

Our local alt-weekly has a daily blog feed, which I read most mornings. There are a couple of political types who post regularly during the week, and an occasional carryover from the print edition by other staffers, but the earliest and most regular posts of the day are a daily You Auto Know photo of, usually, a rare old car seen in some local spot, and the Photo Daily. Alan, the site's main blogger, picks a single Buffalo-based shot from various Flickr feeds and highlights it on the site. 

For a few weeks, but almost every day this week, he's featured shots from a fotog whose name, Robin Denler, was giving me all kinds of deja vu.  Here's today's:



I've known some Robins in recent times- one of the exploding masseuses in our former gym, an ex-employee in a buddy's office, among others- but none of them sounded right.  Finally, Eleanor reminded me:

The talent behind this lens was a high school classmate of Emily's. For a short time, she was one of Em's BFF's, but she then drifted away from her and their other friends. Yet she always had a good rep for photography, and, Eleanor recalls, even back then she was getting some of her work published in Artvoice (which I wasn't reading as often, and never online, back then).

It's pretty cool, and yet a little frightening, to realize that our kid's cohort is gaining mainstream respect for their artistry. But then, Em has been dazzling people with her artwork since she was three, so I probably shouldn't be surprised.

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Finally, and I'm a little late to this particular party, someone on LJ named redscharlach has a Tumblr of the same name, where she posted a series of photos of otters looking like Benedict Cumberbatch. Or possibly vice versa:



She also created the icon appearing on the LJ crosspost of this, which I presume one of my CP fiends will explain the reference about.

And, in the interest of balancing things, also linked to somebody else's posting of hedgehogs who look like Martin Freeman:


There. That was worth two days off, warn'tit?

Comments

re: the "looking like" serieses

[stress-kitten.livejournal.com]

Okay... those are awesome. However, I must also comment that some people have FAR too much time on their hands. :-D

[snowy-owlet.livejournal.com]

Okay the otter thing has just gotten funnier and funnier over the many times I've seen it. Something about otter tongues just sends me over the edge.

[nentikobe.livejournal.com]

Hedgehogs make everything right with the world.

I want to leave an intelligent comment about all the information here, but my brain won't.

I will say though, that coincidences like that occur all the time here in my city - the exciting and big news is usually when there is NO CONNECTION WHATSOEVER.

I'm going to go make lamb. You and El are welcome to come for dinner.

[bill_sheehan.livejournal.com]

Otters and 'edge'ogs. Perfect.