The Room's Maaaaahrk (aka Greg Sestero) is from the Bay

If you havent seen The Room, stop reading this blog and go see it. I'm serious. It is the best worst movie you will ever see, according primarily to me and some other easily amused people, and it has garnered somewhat of a cult following. There are midnight screenings and people throw spoons at the screen because for no logical reason there are lots of shots of framed spoons in the movie. There is painfully awkward dialogue, people who show up randomly never to be seen again, and basically nothing makes sense. It's like my life. If you've already seen it, you know Mark. (OH HAAAIIII MARK). turns out he's from the east bay 'burbs! He grew up one town away from me, if I was nine years older. Right now he's got a pretty successful modeling career (when I talked to him he was in Capri), and he's really good-natured in starring in such a steaming pile of doodoo. AND HE'S PROOF YOU CAN STILL DO AMAZINGLY LAME AWESOME THINGS IF YOU GROW UP IN THE EAST BAY.

I really just wanted an excuse to post about the room.