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Dr. K
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You write well. And, I commend your Aunt. “Lee Hee Moi” is spelled Li Hing Mui. It can be purchased on line from Hungry Hawaiian Snack Shack.

I would spend a dime after school for three peices. That was Kailua, Oahu, 1964-65. Those were the days. The next year I was in Intermediate School and the peer group frowned on the purchase. I buy it now whenever possible.

Yes, Nello is my real first name.

I found your site while searching for a Domain Name for myself. I guess I’ll have to settle for
KellyDesign.Com (That was my second choice anyway).

Interesting site, I spent the last 20 minutes browsing through instead of getting my stuff done. I’m a little dizzy now and may need a drink or a nap whichever comes first.

Sorry about your foot, went through a similar situation and it sucked!!!!

I feel obligated to take the quiz (right foot) and I think you should put the Air Cast on your left foot for a couple hours just so he knows how it feels.

Clearly you don’t know me. I stumbled across your blog a few weeks ago and found myself quite intrigued with its contents. So I’ve been checking back every now and then.

I’m sorry to hear you’re having problems with your foot. I’m also really sorry to hear about your loss of hope (or diminished faith in its
powers), as well as the general blues you’ve referenced in some of your posts.

I’m pretty confident things will eventually work out. But I do know that the bluesy times are indeed dark and definitely debilitating. I experienced a Dark Period from late ‘97 to mid-year 2000. Contributing factors included a failed marriage, a string of unhealthy relationships, and many personal demons that I wish I had the wherewithal to have tackled a lot sooner in life.

Anti-depressants, psychotherapy, and some inner-fueled determination got me through those times. But the proverbial road was rocky at downright bleak at times.

I think I’m genetically and/or hereditarily prone to “a blue world.” I still do the therapy thing (individually as well as jointly with my partner/girl-friend/mother-of-our-three-year-old). And one of my primary hobbies seems to be coming to grips with childhood events and my general childhood environment. (Things weren’t necessarily bad per se. I wasn’t beaten or anything horrible like that. But, due to my parents’ inability to deal with emotional stuff (anger, disappointment, even joy), they unknowingly quashed emotional development in me and my siblings.

[Dang. I'm going deeper than I intended here. I hope you end up getting this message.]

What am I trying to say? I’m not really sure. I think I want to say what everyone is saying: Hang in there. You’ve got a lot of great things going on. You’ll get to a better point sometime soon. I feel it.

I also want to amuse you by telling you how I came across your site. Hopefully I won’t repel you. But I know it’s a possibility.

Here goes.

See, I’ve kinda got a thing for attractive women with foot injuries. I do indeed have your usual, garden-variety foot fetish. But my fetish/partialism veers into some weird territory. This weirdness has been with me forever it seems. Seriously, I can remember being “intrigued” by people (men, women, cartoon characters) with foot injuries way back when
I was a wee lad of five. Don’t know how my affliction developed. It just did.

Flash forward to now, when this attraction is now restricted solely (pun intended) to attractive females with an injured toe, foot, or ankle. I’m particularly partial to seeing pedicured toes protruding from a
cast or seeing a pretty female foot swathed in an ace bandage. But with today’s technology, air casts and walking boots have captured my imagination.

So I came across your blog one day while I took a break (no pun intended) from my job hacking away as a technical writer in Silicon Valley. I don’t remember what search engine I used, but I simply entered the keywords “broke” and “foot.” And I’ve been keeping tabs and enjoying your occasional picture ever since.

I know you can dismiss me as a perv. But I’m really a decent guy. (I almost wrote “fellow.” But I realized that I never use that word.) I guess I wanted to let you know that your unfortunate foot woe has occasionally brightened up my occasionally dreary days. (Silver lining comes to mind. But I realize that’s quite a stretch.)

Anyway…

I wish you the best, Kelly. I’m rooting for you. Hang in there. Mos def.

-Kevin