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Scottie

I am here for Friends

About Me

'Cuz I been standin' in line for this hot cold chili - choo choo my dilly, choo choo my dilly!

My Interests

Micro-philanthropy, scams, woks, bikes! trashy rock musick, escapism, entheogens, vocabulary, caprice, zen thru dishwashing, crime, puppies, aural hygiene.

I'd like to meet:

Someone by a crab/moon statue.

Music:

Jangly, raunchy, hard-driven, unintellectual teenbeat please!

Movies:

No, I did not, nor will I see Ricky Bobby. Zombies, noir, camp, blaxploi, mafia, grindhouse, sword and sandal, whatever.

Television:

Travel and cooking shows.

Books:

Larousse Gastronomique, homebrew shit, travel-fic, Sommerset Maugham, Graham Greene, Chick Tracts.

Heroes:

What ever happened to Leon Trotsky? He got an icepick that made his ears burn.

My Blog

inchalla

If I were to have a five year plan, it'd be to go to Pakistan, study under a radical Imam, then come back to New York City and train as a barber.  I'd open my new shop somewhere on 6th Ave and sp...
Posted by Scottie on Thu, 23 Aug 2007 02:44:00 PST

Play "Endless Vacation."

My sister and I never really got along very well.  She carried me around my neck and heartily disparaged me at every turn.  One time when I was seven, I said I wanted to have a company that ...
Posted by Scottie on Tue, 10 Apr 2007 06:36:00 PST

Scottie Bird Vs. The Bath

'FIN...
Posted by Scottie on Fri, 23 Mar 2007 03:27:00 PST

"a new reason to chug"

I'd been here in the Big Shitty for a couple of weeks, still getting acclimated to my new, bizzare, and alternatingly horrible and shrimp-tastic setting when another little episode happened.  No,...
Posted by Scottie on Fri, 09 Feb 2007 02:29:00 PST

Balls to Mr. Banglestein; dirty old man.

I woke up in a corn field southeast of Economy Indiana, just few miles past Williamsburg.  I think, at least, I passed through Williamsburg.  I know I saw an old school painted  Pepsi C...
Posted by Scottie on Sun, 15 Oct 2006 08:53:00 PST

Ghosts of the Past: Will the Real Muns Vegas Please Stand Up?

Life seems tangled up in old Pete and Pete eps.  Or is it Freaks and Geeks?  Either way, I begin to think my dad is the dad from that show or shows.  Iggy is not, nor never will be my w...
Posted by Scottie on Wed, 11 Oct 2006 08:09:00 PST

(y&.283; j&.299; ch&.275;, which translates as wild chicken trucks)

I saw a giant, grey-scale rooster gently cradling a human infant in his massive hindfoot, only to spit a torrent of fire from his cracked beak.  He flapped, flapped his chicky wings and fluttered...
Posted by Scottie on Wed, 12 Jul 2006 11:22:00 PST

Wifebeaters and Rollerbladers

I was at SuperTarget with my mom, helping her buy a ceiling fan for the kitchen.  The blades kept breaking off at inopportune times, hitting visiting dignitaries in the noggin, bits of moulding s...
Posted by Scottie on Wed, 28 Jun 2006 10:09:00 PST

Andy Watkins

Ok, people don't fuck with me that often - I chalk that up to myself being pretty calm and rational.  I don't fuck with people, and I sorta expect the same.  When I am interrupted by some ha...
Posted by Scottie on Tue, 20 Jun 2006 01:07:00 PST

New York's alright if you wanna get called a nigger and a battyman

So I finally got to meet Andy Warhol.  I tried to convince him that I was from the future by producing coins from my own era, but only came up with Bank of Minnesoter 3.50 pieces and Italian army...
Posted by Scottie on Thu, 15 Jun 2006 11:12:00 PST