Tribute to Mac

Who is Mac.? I hardly know myself. I know OF her. I know of some of her childhood adventures. I know what country she currently resides in. I know she has a boyfriend named Brian.

And after I met this young woman over Xmas break, I know that people are drawn to her. People yearn to hear her stories and bask in her wisdom. We worship her.

Does she sound too good to be true? Do you dare doubt me? Well, if you do, I can't blame you. I would be skeptical also. So, I offer you hard bloggeriffic evidence. Photos.

Some of the usual suspects (though nobody would describe us as "usual") gathered at pub in P-town:

Mac is on the left here. At first you might think, "Doesn't seem like anything special,...". You couldn't be more wrong. Read on.

As she warms up her sharp conversational skills, people get sucked in. Jammers can be seen here in the background getting so excited to hear her story, that he flashes some sort of erotic symbol at the camera in an unadulterated display of his lust.

Maggie and Oreinta perform the ubiquitous "raise the roof" to show their support of Mac.

Some of the more devout fans, such as Maggie, break down, run past the security guards, and throw themselves at the diva.

Why are all the people sitting on one side of the table? Because Mac is on the other side telling a fantastic story, and they want to look her right in the eyes as she does so.

Somebody has a sixth sense for the camera! Put her on a runway I say. Jammers can be seen trying to steal some of her aura with some sort of crude, non-palpable form of the Vulcan mind meld.