I call this website "Dischordant Musings" as it's a play on words which reflects my affection to music and my discordant writing style. Yes, "discordant" has been mis-spelt intentionally to include the word "chord" in it (a very basic and fundamental concept in music).

The story begins some time in 1981.
When a baby boy came leaping out, naked, blinking at the sun.
The doctor did say,
Oh glory be today!
That little rascal gets a nice tan on his bum.

OK here's what I know about me (or at least what the voices in my head tell me)...

• Been told to have a weird sense of self-deprecating humor.
• Been told that I tend to look very serious, when I'm not.
• Also been told to be an easy-going nice guy (however, I may scare little children away if I relax my face)
• Have a serious aversion to people who say "irregardless" and spell "definitely" as "definately".
• A wannabe rocker who's stuck in technical consulting.
• Thinks PDA/Phones are the best things since sliced bread, duct tape and WD40.
• Seem to be attracted to women who give me a hard time for some strange and unexplained reason.

Therefore, to summarize:
Astronaut by ambition
Engineer by education
Consultant by occupation
Musician by soul
Nerdy geek by nature
Asshole by temperament
Closet romantic by heart