First there was Marco! The Musical. Now there's Marco! The Hurricane.
I am officially a Force of Nature.
I'm embarrassed how happy this makes me. I'm sure it means I'm a raging narcissist, but never having shared a name with a storm has made me feel the same way I did when I was a kid and the Romper Room Lady looked in her magic mirror and recited all those names--"I see Billy and Susie and Bobby and Lisa..."--then usually some ethnic ones for good measure--"and Kiswana and Muhammad"--but never "Marc." It's not like I'm scarred for life, but it would've been nice.
So I feel oddly affirmed to finally share a name with a high-pressure weather system, even if it was downgraded from a hurricane to a tropical storm and then--most galling of all--a tropical depression, which sounds like a bunch of bummed-out natives.
Speaking of storms, I did an appearance tonight with Storm Large and she let me bite her on the neck. Marc leaving his mark.
You know how we've come to understand that no woman can really turn a gay guy straight? Yeah, not so sure about that anymore.
Lastly, for those of you who don't receive my e-mail updates (what's up with that? Opt in on my home sweet homepage), I did another commentary yesterday on NPR's All Things Considered.