Chaos theory

My twin is fond of chaos theory, or so he says, and after pondering the unlikely chain of events that brought me there, I'd have to say he might be on to something. A butterfly flapped its wings in Beijing, and the resulting breeze one day inspired me to start a blog on a particular website. (I don't expect anyone will ever read this, but I see no reason to sully things with specificity.) And I don't think it was really a butterfly, but since I can't actually remember what in fact it was, we'll just go with the lepidoptera and leave it at that. So I start this blog, which attracts the attention of a certain fan who we'll call B. B becomes fond enough of me, or my writing...whichever...to start sending me personal messages, usually links to gaming news stories that he thinks I'll find interesting. Most of these links come from the same website, and to remove B from the loop, I start visiting it of my own accord. To leave comments on this website, one must first "apply," which I do, in part because it will allow me to pimp my own site, in part because it makes me feel like one of the cool kids, and in part to thumb B in the eye and show him just how much I really don't need him, thank you.

Yep. I'm bitchy like that.

To apply to said site at the time, you had to email a certain editor, which I did. He and I exchanged various and sundry amusing emails, until he left that site for another one, the same one at which I kept my blog. When he took the new job, he looked me up, because he was lonely and a little scared and feeling very much the New Kid in Town. We became better friends, and he added me to a team of writers he had. I became friendly with everyone on the mini-team, including one writer who wrote for yet another website. (It's a bit convoluted without all the names, I know.) Editor from THAT website pops up at a game convention I attend, and having a name to drop ("Hey, I work with so-and-so, he writes for you sometimes") gives me the guts to walk up and introduce myself, which I very much doubt I would've done otherwise. Editor in question is, of course, my pirate twin love.

A string of seemingly unrelated events that, when viewed from a distance, looks like a master plan. Which maybe it was.