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It was as if millions of voices suddenly cried out in terror, and were suddenly sil ... no, wait, as if they were suddenly very, very whiny.
I know, I know -- "Scotty, where the fuck are Star Wars Sundays?! Have you forgotten about us?!"
And to this I say, "Nay. Nay good bretheren, I have not. It pains me that you think so lowly of my love for you all."
I just have a pup that requires a whole bunch of love and affection, see, so we've been road-trippin' all over St Louis together, strengthening our boy-and-his-dog vibe. Plus pups been teaching me how to pick up poop. I'd say I'm still pretty much a Poop Padawan but I ass-pire to Poop Jedi one day. Lofty goals, yes this I realize, but I was taught to aim high.
Need a lesson?
Okay, now pay attention:
Padawan:
Jedi Master:See?

Life had been a roller coaster lately, I'm not going to fib. Job issues, sick loved ones, new family members, new bicycles, new groceries, cat litter boxes, year-old leftovers found in the fridge; my life is in the mega fast lane and I don't want it to stop.
Or, actually, lifes been pretty mundane so it provides me lackage in the the way of substance-age to write about. And honestly? I'm pretty cool with that; mundane life kind of appeals to me right [write?] now and, on the positive side, some of my best writing stems from nothing and by "nothing" I mean "all that time as a child chained to the water heater in the basement with nothing but a Saltine, singular, and a third of a can of warm Fresca".
Mmmmm, supper.

What's that? "Talk about Kelly more, fuckface!" you say? Well, how can I say no to a plea so heartfelt?
Kell now understands, "Sit", "off", "no" and 'PLEASESTOPLICKINGME!!!!!!!!!" I'd like to think that I did all of this but, well, I did.
The fact that he dog is wicked smart does not come in to play here. It's my sheer alpha-ness. I hate to brag but I'm awesome. Picture of she and I chilling on a grassy hilltop watching the sunrise? Check:

Fine, fine, more Star Wars. Two of the best things ever: Star Wars and Legos. These two words define my childhood like no other two words could (until I turn 13 and then it would become "Cinemax" and "masturbation".

So, I totally rebuilt one of my roadbikes to take Kell for a run with. Through late-night caffeine and alcohol-laden eBay searches and local cycling forums I found the parts I needed to get my old steed relegated from garage hook to fitness lifestyle pretty quickly. I've been researching the Katy Trail which is 280 miles of old railroad bed turned into trails to ride you bike throughtout the midwest on. Much of it parallels the routes take by Louis and CLark.
There are also a multitude of winerys and breweries along the way that are bike-friendly, yet this plays ZERO decision in my new-sprung interest of these trails.
ZERO.
Wait, put a 1 and a 0 in front of that lonely little zero, por favor.
Gracias.

If you don't get the above picture, smack yourself in the neck with a filing cabinet, por favor.
Gracias.

More Legos? H to the E to the double L yes!


Okay, I need to haul ass -- work beckons and I am but a obedient cog in their ever-annoying machine.

Eye<3ewe,
Scotty

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