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Please Allow Me to Introduce Myself…

Alright kiddos, there’s a new sheriff in town, and he hasn’t had to take a writing class in a good half decade. I’ll be doing my damnedest to stay on topic, but it’s a bit of a process. So, ladies, gentleman, whatever else it is that you’d like to be referred to by, welcome to my guest blog, guest format, and guest way of attempting to turn a guest inner monologue into some sort of guest coherent babble. Guest.

For those of you who are not related to Stephanie, chances are you don’t know me in any way, shape, or form. For those of you who are related to Stephanie or do know who I am, congratulations on reading two excessively large sentences and wasting a few seconds of life you’ll never get back.  Either way, allow me the pleasure of introducing myself: I am Chris, Stephanie’s younger brother by 3 or so years and the proverbial ying to her yang. Stephanie has always been the creative, free spirited, outgoing type, whose passion and heart were never far from her sleeve, while I slowly carved out my niche as the logical, scientific, simple one who tended to keep everything to himself.

This is me. In Australia. I look a lot like me. In Australia.

Being my sister’s veritable opposite, it should come as no surprise to hear that in the spring of 2011, I graduated from the University of Michigan with a degree in Chemical Engineering, and immediately took a job in Houston, TX being a general cubical jockey designing oil pipelines (For god sake’s, no. I did not cause the BP spill. There are more than 6 people who work on pipelines ever). Here, I carry out a reasonable existence trying every bar and food truck in the city, doing mature things like play in kickball leagues, and slowly become a good Texan by eating way too much bbq and frequenting the shooting range.

This is ultimately just a “get to know me and my format” post because my original draft  was deemed too long by a woman I’ve rarely known to shut her pie hole. Yes, I clearly like to babble and have a knack for ungodly run on sentences, but, just sayin… pot and the kettle type thing. In the little imaginary blog I write in in my head, I’d start and end each entry with a song I think describes the feeling I’m trying to convey coming into and leaving the post. Yes, you’re a competent human being capable of feeling your own feelings. I don’t care. Anyway, as this is just a generic post, I guess have a song I’ve been rather fond of. More to come later.

(It’s got a pretty awesome music video!)

Mark Foster of Foster the People, Kimbra, and A-Trak
TL;DR:(Too long; didn’t listen): Usually this would be the place I would put a snippet of lyrics from the song I felt best described the feeling I was shooting for. Seeing as this is just a random, irrelevant (but still awesome) song, yeah… I got nothin’.

{ 3 comments… add one }
  • Jenbug October 1, 2012, 4:29 pm

    Hello. Welcome to the crazy.

  • Camels & Chocolate October 1, 2012, 5:45 pm

    It’s LittleRawr! MonsterJunior! i.e. I love this!

    • Monster October 1, 2012, 6:15 pm

      You might think that. Except that “LittleRawr” has about 6 inches and more than a few pounds on me. I guess what I’m saying is that MonsterJr can kick MonsterSr’s ass.

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