Right and Left Grand

So last night, I'm bored and insomniac (as happens so often). And I start kind of randomly link-hopping through livejournal pages, going from friendlist to journal to friendlist and clicking on the ones that look like they might be people I know.
Then I started clicking on the ones that look like they couldn't possibly be people I know, just to see how far away that would take me.

I found this guy. Sean McGuire. No, not Seanan; read it again. Sean McGuire.
A fellow with a name startlingly similar to my beloved clone? Okay, not so unusual. But he's got a link three or four posts down to a Brunching Shuttlecocks thingy. And he lives in Seattle, WA, which is where I grew up.

And I was just beginning to marvel at this when my computer crashed.

I found the guy again this morning, but I have no idea if I'll ever be able to retrace the chain of LJ users that let me find him in the first place.
And, oddly enough, I find that more pleasing than otherwise. I have the feeling that if I kept randomly going from here, I'd wind up making a pretty darn big circle before I found my way back to people I know ... but I'd almost certainly encounter a lot more people I'd like to know in the process.

And I rather like that thought.

"...Hand clasping hand, weaving right and left grand,
I will meet you again on the circle's far side."