So, I just had one of those experiences that you have to have once every ten years or so. I was in the coffee shop Ennui hanging with my friend Marco and eating a tuna salad sandwich on a croissant (mmmmm, yummmm) when a woman sitting at the table next to us turned to me and said, "Excuse me, this is sort of a strange question, but did you go to the University of Arkansas?" To which I replied, "Yes! And so did you! And you majored in archaeology, and then added on classical studies in your senior year! But I don't know your name!" And that, of course, is the story of my life: "Hi, I don't know your name, but here's an interesting fact or two about you!" I managed to restrain myself from adding, "And you were one of the few people who always called Professor Fredrick by his first name -- 'Dave' -- and it just always impressed and intimidated the hell out of me because I couldn't dream of addressing a god such as Dave Fredrick by his name! I may have considered 'Your Holiness' a time or two, but never 'Dave.'"

Anyway, she identified herself as Kelly, which is, of course, no good for purposes of googling the hell out of her to find out what she's been doing, where she has her online journal, and if she has any jail time, so when I got home I turned to the University of Arkansas' Eta Sigma Phi ( she majored in classics, so she would have been in Eta Sigma Phi, the classical studies honorary society) page which listed all the past members of Eta Sigma Phi that anyone could remember, found a member named Kelly from the right time period, snagged her last name, googled the shit out of that, and found her married name, where she works, and her Flickr photo stream.

So, um, that's what everyone else would have done in the same situation, right? That isn't creepy at all, right?