Hi, I'm Rory, and I'm right fucking horrible at introductions.
I'm really neurotic, to the point that it almost borders on the absurd.
I'd like to say that I'm a generally friendly person, but it's probably a lot more true that I'm a really introverted person. So, probably the best way to put it is that while I really do like meeting people, chances are good that I probably won't talk to you, unless you start talking first.
Or Perhaps, even then.
Yes, I know full well how silly that is, but no, that doesn't mean that I'm going to stop.
Of myself, the following was once written:
Rory Harman, a film director in the Fellini mould, had contracted with Liliane La Fleur to write and direct a film, but was unable to come up with a suitable plot. He was also, after recent box office failures, drifting towards a nervous breakdown, from which he is held back only by the support of his wife, Luisa. As his sanity disintegrated, he drifted into nostalgic reverie, eventually focusing on the formative sexual encounter of his life, which occurred at the age of nine.
He tried to lure the great actress Claudia Nardi into creating yet another version of the character that had launched her career in one of his earliest works, a character derived from Harman's precocious sexual encounters with a whore dressed as a nun. At the same time, he bought his mistress a nun's habit and encouraged her to help him relive his childish passion.
La Fleur decided that the film should be a musical based on the life of Casanova, but Harman's rush into madness, which accelerated when his wife left him, threw the production into chaos. Eventually, Harman reverted to the personality he had at the age of nine. - S. Anderson.
There isn't a word of truth to any of it, but it sure does sound cool.
For a vague, not very coherent sketch of some recent parts of my life, click here.
Your words go here, ok friend?
