This sort of thing has been happening to me on a regular basis as of
late. The most dramatic example before this one was one that willowisp mentioned in her journal: when it first became clear that we were going to move to Albuquerque, she went looking for LJ folk around here. She found quite a few. Then, when she started volunteering at Kitty City, she arranged to meet a couple of them over kittens one afternoon and brought them home to visit and talk for a little while. The following exchange took place once echoweaver and I started talking about where we were from...
E: "Yeah, I grew up in Indiana, went to high school there."
E: "Oh, Indianapolis."
E: (cautiously) "...Carmel?"
Me: "It's a small world. I grew up near Greenwood. My parents live
in Zionsville nowadays." (Note: Zionsville and Carmel are maybe 15
E: "You're kidding. Where did you go to high school?"
Me: "Perry Meridian, down on the south side."
E: "You might have known a friend of mine. I think he was there
around that time. His name's B...?"
Me: "...his first initial is G and he works on Debian now, right?"
E: (stunned look of disbelief)
I'm not sure where this is going to go next. I would only be half
surprised to hear that erish's significant other is
working on a project that's going to involve visualization work
happening at Sandia... and oh, by the way, I'll be working on it. I
suspect that if too much of this happens my brain will explode. I can think of worse ways to go.