Oh, Slashdot, not again.
I had an excellent weekend visiting my ex-girlfriend (as just a friend, before you ask!), and spent a while in the pub last night catching up with a net.acquaintance I hadn't seen in two years or so. We had the scariest conversation where we discovered we knew a lot of the same people through entirely independent routes, and he filled me in on loads of things that happened to me and that never made sense at the time. It's true, I'm convinced: there are only six different people in the world. They're just all very busy.
Somehow this all fitted in rather well with reading some more of The Illuminatus! Trilogy on the way back home on the train. I'm not sure yet whether I'm missing the point when I think bits of it make a lot of sense. If somebody tells you you should be paranoid about everyone, do you trust them?