He was called Bear because he looked like a bear.
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I figured something out yesterday: The closer I get to someone, the more of my name I lose. It's not the first time, I admit, that I've had this thought. I’ve often been concerned with the apparent fluid boundaries of what constitutes Identity, especially where names are involved. I got it naturally; after all, I’m no average Chris…I’m Kris…with a K. I even wrote a song about it once. It was always a delicious fantasy for me, though, in grade school, to change the spelling of my name on my homework assignments. I mean, Chris (with the “Ch”) was as foreign a person to...
What is it, the Internet or Prom? It’s neither; it’s Lies.
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There are a lot of things I'm not good at. Riding horses, for instance. I'm also not good with cars - thank The Lord Above I've not had a flat tire...yet. I'm not the best with copiers, and I wouldn't leave me alone for too long with nonvoters. Granted, I've got more than armful of diplomacy - I still also have a middle finger. And patience, too. I'm not always that good with patience. I often pretend to have it in spades, but it wears thin quickly when I'm faced with things, items, products, and gadgets that do not "do what they're supposed to...
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