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I'm having serious Mark issues today. It's all about McKinney. It's McKinneriffic. It's to be expected with all this reading of Impro for Storytellers. Oh, my poor heart suffers from lack of Marksposure. I just spent something like 45 minutes posting an old Prodigy Mark Q-and-A to the newsgroup, and still I am not satisfied. And it is sad, because Mark fandom is the most satisfying thing in the world. And I am very selfish indeed. I've gotten more Mark than any peasant like myself has any right to get. Mark has rapped to me, kissed me, hammed it up for me, been polite to my mom, showed me his thighs, bought me a drink, offered to teach me how to smoke, dragged me into a green room, introduced me to his best friend, called me smart, joked with me, teased me, included me in a public Q-and-A session, waved to me from onstage, asked for my opinion, offered me chocolate, told me I should go into journalism, done a cheerleading routine for me, made me happy. And still I want more? Still?

Fuck, I don't know, I should just go watch some tapes and be happy. But that reminiscing just now sure put me in a good mood. Scooby-Scooby Mark, where are you?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:16 AM | shower me with attention