“Hail, Murphy, god of strange coincidence…”

This started out as a long, blathery post brought about something strange that happened to me today. But I’ve been taking a bit of a break from blogging (because my hands hurt a lot when the weather gets weird, and lately it has, indeed, been weird), and maybe some of my readers are no longer accustomed to seeing long, blathery blog posts in which I display the workings of my mind to unsuspecting humans.

So… short version: A Facebook friendship request I did not send was nevertheless accepted. I don’t know how that can happen, but it did. Perhaps I should not have tempted fate — or Murphy, anyway — by using the phrase “differing time streams” in a comment earlier, even if it was while discussing one of my own imaginary friends novel characters.

Chaos-for-my-own-damn-good, indeed.

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About Thomas Weaver

I’m a writer and editor who got into professional editing almost by accident years ago when a friend from university needed someone to copyedit his screenplay about giant stompy robots (mecha). Having discovered that I greatly enjoy this kind of work, I’ve been putting my uncanny knack for grammar and punctuation, along with an eclectic mental collection of facts, to good use ever since as a Wielder of the Red Pen of Doom. I'm physically disabled, and for the past several years, I’ve lived with my smugly good-looking twin Paul, who writes military science fiction and refuses to talk about his military service because he can’t. Sometimes Paul and I collaborate on stories, and sometimes I just edit whatever he writes. It's worked out rather well so far. My list of non-writing-related jobs from the past includes librarian, art model, high school teacher, science lab gofer… Although I have no spouse or offspring to tell you about, I do have six cats. (The preferred term is "Insane Cat Gentleman.") I currently spend my time blogging, reading, editing, and fending off cats who like my desk better than my twin’s.
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4 Responses to “Hail, Murphy, god of strange coincidence…”

  1. One of my real-life friends was recently hacked on FB, and forged friend requests were sent in her name. We who received the requests were already active friends with her, so none of us responded to the request, figuring that this was some eejit virus/malware attempt to hack our accounts.

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  2. Just don’t click on anything from your new ‘friend.’ That’s what THEY want. Bwahahahaha!

    We all know these software behemoths can’t operate if they need human intervention, too many lines of code, too many subscribers. It’s always a marvel to me (and I used to program supercomputers to do research physics for a living) that they run as well as they do.

    And freeze your identity with the credit companies – everything about you is already known to anyone in the whole world who might care to look.

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  3. Laura L. says:

    The things you get up to when you aren’t even there…

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    • Maybe it was my alternate-universe double who actually sent the friend request.

      Maybe it was a “glitch” in the system caused by an AI — excuse me, an ideally synthesized individual — with a weird sense of humor.

      Maybe this was all caused by a minor ripple aftershock of that chaos wave that passed through back in the 70s.

      Maybe I should stop making these jokes before I embarrass myself. 🙂

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