Kia ora! Me? An insolent knave with a knack for having mental balance out of kilter; possessing knockabout humor capable of knocking over desolation of the most touching knells. Wrongfully believed to be a kamikaze klansman; rightfully assumed to be a know-it-all kenspeckle. A knight-errant, with Kantian beliefs and a clandestine klephtic desire to put a kibosh on knuckleheads of my kingdom who “discuss” matters far beyond their ken. Fervent practitioner of kidology, no kidding. Regularly found in fits of a kinesthetic kef resulting from korsakoff’s syndrome after keeling over because of my circadian arrhythmia. A keen kleptomaniac for bits of wisdom, for my knowledge still harbors plethora of kinks. Kvell as long as allowed to kindle kerosene up-to my heart’s desire. Kinky as a kaleidoscope, yet with potential to be a killjoy in any pretentious klatsch. Strong proponent of free software karma and, consequently, also of a certain kick-ass kernel popularly known as Linux. A mordant kiln for all kinds of knee-jerk music; always ready to kerf klutz aficionados of such kitschy art. The acerbic tongue serves as my knife, which, when combined with my astringency proves to be quite adequate for knapping any opposition and leaving it kibbled. If you’ve endured my blabbering this far, kudos to you! You may now call me Kamran.
Or simply, K.