On one hand it's funny. On the other hand, well ... it's funny. It's probably a matter of poetic justice being served up. Something I did or something Tracey did in a past life. But recently we seem unable to escape conversations that end up in questions (which we normally evade) about what we do.
Maybe it's just Karma, but somehow we end up in conversations with some happy lad that has just developed some nifty little IPhone app or some web-based, google-earth-enabled-recommender page and he's absolutely excited about it, and we're excited for him.