Okay, I just found out about the movie “The Number 23” yesterday. It’s the weirdest thing, because that number is EVERYWHERE in my life too, which is why it’s in my screenname here. I started noticing it back when I was merely 16…I moved to Sacramento to room with a friend on February 23rd, and we lived in apartment #23. When I moved out of there, it was into a mobile home in space #23. And it went on from there. Some recent examples include: my cellphone—it was purchased on the 23rd, the model number is V2300, and the last four digits of the phone number are 2387; also the girls I’ve dated—one’s favorite number was 23 because she was a Michael Jordan fan, one was a firefighter whose unit was 2300, and one’s birthday is on the 23rd. So yeah. (Oh, and I even found a 23 in a very old journal entry from when I was a kid—it was the amount I was paid for my most memorable babysitting experience.)

And now I find out that Jim Carrey is not only making a movie about someone with an obsession with this number, but he’s obsessed with the number himself in real life. He’s one of my favorite comedians as well. I’m such a hard-headed realist in general, and don’t believe in anything mystical, but I have to admit some coincidences are pretty damn weird.