This is a true story, only the events that took place have been changed
to make the spam go down easier.


	A psychiatrist's couch, in a psychiatrist's office in a state far, far
behind...the author is lying on the comfy chair and relating his life
expierences...his psychiatrist, however, keeps looking out the window,
pulling the shade back over it, and then pulls the shade back and looks
outside again...
	
	"Did you know there's a giant Geko-Robo out there, fighting with a
small army of characters from various Anime series???"  asked the doctor
as he took another look out his window, only to pull the shade back over
it and then checking to make sure the scene he described was still
there.

	"Doctor, I really don't have time right now for some innane plug of my
Omakee series, I'm having a crisis over here!"  

	"Oh, I'm sorry," said the firm beliver that Frued was a woman, "tell me
all about it."  The doctor sat back down and doddled funny little
pictures of Giant Geko-Robo's on his notepad.

	"Well, you see, I've joined this Fan Fic Mailing List...blah blah
blah...and so, in conclusion...DOCTOR, ARE YOU PAYING ANY ATTENTION TO
ME!"

	The doctor turned with his eyes a blaze and said, "There's something on
the Gundam Wing, there's something on the Gundam Wing!"

	"DOCTOR...I'M TRYING TO ASK YOU SOMETHING!!!"

	"Go right ahead, I'm listening."  The doctor contiues his bad Willian
Shatner impersonation and the Author sighs.

	"What I was trying to tell you is, I didn't post a fic for over four
days, just lurked, responded to C&C, you know...and during that time,
only three or four fanfics appeared.  So I thought, nows the time for ME
to post something.  I get my old fics, send my brain churning on a new
one and end up posting one new fic, and two reposts."

	"And...." the doctor asked.

	"And...right after I post, TEN FANFICS APPEAR...TEN...tell me doc, is
everyone out to get me???"

	"Interesting you should say that, I got a letter addressed to you
today...it says...'We are all out to get you! Signed Everbody..."

	"What???"  The Author leaped up and grabbed the doctor by the shoulders
"You've got to tell me, do you know what's going on???"

	"Yes." said the doctor calmly, then in a whisper,"But I'm not supposed
to tell you."

	Defeated, the Author walked out of the Doctor's office, while in the
background nurses came in and dragged away his psychaitrist...who was
still mumbling something about Geckos, tupees, and Gremlins...