As of 11:30am yesterday (January 23 2015), my legal name is now Rory Amadeus Bristol. I will no longer be legally Robert C Stark. This may be confusing to some people, but trust me when I say that this is one of the biggest decisions I’ve ever made, and it already feels perfect. Most people
Dude. This snow bullshit has got to stop. I don’t like ice, Sam-I-Am. Too many bad memories. When I was a teenager, I had to take an electric chainsaw, with a 120 ft. extension cord, out into the snow, and cut logs down for fuel. Every couple of winters, my parents might buy a rick
It has been about nine months since I started working outside the house again. I’m re-learning some things about myself. The biggest thing I’m struggling with right now is how to invest my emotions. When I work from home, I don’t interact with many people. At least, I don’t see them in person very often.
I guess my mind must be on Dirk lately, because I keep replaying a scene from my childhood. The Cistern Event was something I’ll never forget. In the winter of 2001, my parents decided to become squatters, rather than spend their money on rent. We moved into an abandoned home five miles outside of
There’s nothing like looking up the people from your past on offender databases, and finding that many of them are felons. I went through some databases, and found uncles, my father, my step-fathers (all but one of them), and many other “role models” from my past listed. Yay for public records. Good news, though: I’m
Me: I think I need to move my robe. It smells bad. Jenny: Your robe smells bad? I haven’t seen you wear it since I washed it. Me: I haven’t. Only, it hangs next to the toilet. Jenny: So? Me: So… splashback. Jenny: *blank stare* What?! Me: You know, when a guy stands to pee, sometimes
Seven years ago, I was wearing a blue long-sleeve shirt. It was robin’s egg blue, my favorite shade of blue for when I’m tan. A friend came up to me and complimented it. She said it made my eyes look nice. Instead of saying “Thank you so much!” or something else similarly appropriate, I said
I kind of like being manic. It’s kind of zen, in a really excited kind of way. I miss it when it’s gone, because it’s like I’m missing my enthusiasm. I often long for just a “little bit” of mania. Just enough to get me going through a day or two. Last day or two,
Gotcha! I’m talking about my big black dog. If you are reading this post because you thought I’d be talking about my penis, you are awesome. You may also be a pervert. #justsayin My twin brother Oak sent me a link to this video, and it made me cry. Thanks a lot, jerk. No, really,
Bonus points if you get my reference. We’ve spent the past day and a half with my family, and we’ll spend more time with them today. Thanksgiving is always a multi-day event with us these days, because some people come from out of town, and we like to do a bunch of things while everyone’s
