Joe.My.God and I have our differences. He's friendly. He has followers. He doesn't decoupage. When we met, though, we realized we had at least one thing in common:

We both loved Plastic Bertrand's Ca Plane Pour Moi.

Though to my horror this fascinating little tidbit couldn't keep him from stomping away before the thirty-second mark, hope springs eternal. Maybe next time I meet him I'll discover he likes Craig Ferguson, and rabbit puppets, and guitarists who don't mime to music by just randomly hitting on the strings.