Two strange connections this week. 

Am really loving music by Amanda Palmer  -- whom I discovered b/c she is the future wife of Neil Gaiman, and I am so grateful because she is just a phenomenal singer and performer. Anyway, I was hanging out with  this musician friend of mine, a bass player who rocks out with all kinds of amazing musicians including his band Ollabelle, and he was all, "oh, I used to know the Dresden Dolls," (which is AFP's band). "I used to go out drinking with them after shows like 20 years ago." 

So then I fainted a tiny bit at his complete and utter coolness that I hadn't even known about til' now.

Then today my dad calls me up and says, "Oh by the way, I realized I know this YA superstar." 

"Besides me?" I said. (Joke)

"Yah. Suzanne Collins."

Then I had an even bigger faint because of course you never even suspect your DAD might be cool. 

Dad  said, "Well, I used to know her fifteen years ago. She was a student of mine."

So then I was all, "oh, hunger games, blah blah blah peeta blah blah blah killing each other blah blah mockingjay blah blah blah" -- 

and my dad totally lost interest in the conversation. But oh well.