Allow me to introduce myself.
My name is T. Colin Strong, and I am a Virgo Ox. Why not just plainly state my age, I hear you ask . . . well, because depending on where you are in the world, the integer associated with your age is variable, whereas your horoscope will always stay the same. Plus, it’s boring to simply state I’m 24.
I’m tall and extremely handsome, but more importantly I’m straight outta Lumby. I’m a recent graduate from the University of Victoria, where I studied Applied Linguistics. I currently reside in the Middle Kingdom (sadly, it is not the same as Middle Earth), where I teach English, learn Mandarin, and try to wrap my most Western of minds around the Eastern way of thought. This blog will strive to elucidate upon these travails of mine.
But who am I, really? I will pass the microphone to an old friend of mine, Ms. Gilchrest. I believe her description of me — though not entirely flattering — is as close to a short description of me as is possible:
Gosh Colin…I don’t think I can compress into words the man that you are! A walking, smiling, grumbling contradiction:
Tastefull. Tactless. Articulate. Opinionated. Charming. Flatulent. So generous, yet so stingy. Meticulous. Lazy. Artistic. Critical.
Did I say flatulent?
But most notably, no other can compete with your symphonic belching abilities. Seriously. Such resonance! Such refined technique! YEEEEEE-UUUUP!
And how could I forget? PUNCTUAL! Aren’t you, Mr. 5:50?
A pleasure to know. Such is Mr. Strong.
I was considering doing some tasteful editing regarding my flatulence and “symphonic belching,” but perhaps honesty is the best policy here. And besides, it’s true.
Please enjoy the blog, leave a comment, and don’t hesitate to contact me!
One of the funniest about pages I’ve read. Well done! Thanks for stopping by my blog…
Have a great trip!
Hi, Colin,
Great blog; I’ll be lurking.
Enjoy the chicha in Bolivia.
Gosh Colin…I don’t think I can compress into words the man that you are! A walking, smiling, grumbling contradiction:
Tastefull. Tactless. Articulate. Opinionated. Charming. Flatulent. So generous, yet so stingy. Meticulous. Lazy. Artistic. Critical.
Did I say flatulent?
But most notably, no other can compete with your symphonic belching abilities. Seriously. Such resonance! Such refined technique! YEEEEEE-UUUUP!
And how could I forget? PUNCTUAL! Aren’t you, Mr. 5:50?
A pleasure to know. Such is Mr. Strong.