I was just skypeing with my friend Brad who works at a company called HB Fuller that make glue, but which I persist in referring to as the Fuller Brush Company because I'm like that.
Immediately after I hung up, my iPod shuffled to a James McMurtry song called "The Fuller Brush Man."
This plate is compounded by the fact that I discovered James McMurtry's music about twenty years ago through Brad's recommendation.
Damned cosmic unconsciousness. Cubed.