RADNOM

Doktor Schnabel
Originally uploaded by Elliott Scott.

Buh?
Tee-ah?!
Zoung.

Random words from a not-so-wise, thoroughly tired Elliott.

"Aaah, Hans Brix?"

THAT'S BUPKISS

Print-out
Originally uploaded by Elliott Scott.

Here are some CRAZY math theories. Read 'em, you might learn a thinger too.

RE-WORKED

Faded
Originally uploaded by Elliott Scott.

After some gentle promting from Lino and threats of pizza and trophy donations, I re-did the two shirts. He actually suggested redoing one.. but while I was down there.... WINK WINK

I can't back that up.

Anyway. Linus GENEROUSLY donated the re-designed text, which of course is the best part, smug bastard, and I drawded a new picture. It's a video tape! Not a cassette tape, as would be expected. See... this is deep. Video fades. And the colors aren't as good as DVD. But the whole revival thing makes video retro! Even though you can still buy it at Big-Karget-mart-woorths. (???)

But yeah, retro, cool.. video... retro. video cool. Or something along those lines. I told you anything can be bullshitted into being plausible.


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Thanks again to Linus. He gave me this type without any requests, money or kickbacks. And especially no pizza's, trophies or trophy pizza's. And he certainly didn't kick ANY of the ever loving crap of out me.

WHAT LINE??

Prostitute Suck
Originally uploaded by Elliott Scott.

Sometimes the line inside my head of what's acceptable and what isn't gets lost. Or I run right past it. Is this one of those times?

I tried to come up with an alternative idea for the "Prostitutes Suck" shirt. Have I gone to far? I had a version with the words behind the hand.. and THAT was too far.. but this?

I based the image around "B J eyes". The certain eyes chicks have when they're.. you know.. But the eyes by themselves looked to vague. So I added some lips. Then she looked like she was shouting.
So I angled the words to represent a penis. And it was still missing something...
I added the hand. But only an outline, as to not be too distracting...

Is it too punk? I had pink instead of blue, and it rated a 7.0 on the punk reichter scale (which is very high!)

Ok, that be all. Go home people! Nothin more to see here.



IF YOU CAN NAME WHO THIS CHICK IS, YOU WILL DEFINITELY WIN THAT MAPPLE i'dratherdiePOD I KEEP TALKING ABOUT. AND ALSO YOU'RE A SICK PORNO LOVER! WHO IS EWWY. AND LIKES PORN. AND HAS GROSS HANDS, COVERED IN PORNO STUFF.

I'm Elliott Scott... not signing off.

THAT'D BE RIGHT...

Gobble Gobble
Originally uploaded by Elliott Scott.

This year for Thanksgiving we had a 9.75kg turkey! That's over 20lbs. We had to order it in special. It was the biggest one the shop had ever seen.

And I try to take a photo of it, to capture this momentous occasion. Except that in the photo it looks kinda tiny, even for a chicken. It looks like a quail.

Note to self, food look small compared to over-sized knives, forks and plates, and when hands are close to lenses.

Size is all relative. Hence why I prefer petite chicks.

IESSO

WELL SAID

My little brother is on the phone to the department of transport. He sure knows how to make a good impression:

"Hi... um.. I'd like to make a booking.. or something... to take.. the test... or something."

Good onya bro.
IESSO

IT'S TIME

It's time to get off my fat ass and starting looking for a job. I will get work, get money, have a goal and some job satisfaction. It has begun. Stand back. Here I come. It's go time. Lock and Load.

And other such cliches.

IESSO

YOU CAN HYDRAULIC MY BALLS

Hydraulic
Originally uploaded by Elliott Scott.

I can hydraulic my own balls! Thankyou very much!

The other day I was talking to some friends about 'doing up' Tanners car. I reckoned he should put one of those giant drift spoilers on it. They thought that was stupid.

I then suggested some:
"Mexican jumping suspension"
"You mean hydraulics?"
"Yeah, them the ones"

They looked at me like I was the worlds biggest idiot just cuz I couldn't think of the name. But they all understood what I meant. So I can't be that big of an idiot.

So next time you see those hydraulics, and are describing them to your friends, call them what they are; MJS's. They'll think you're cool. Just like me.

I'm Elliott Scott, reporting on my own stupidity, signing off.

THE SAHARA IS A TROPICAL RAINFOREST

Sahara
Originally uploaded by Elliott Scott.

Terin wrote a nice little comment to my last whinge, and he said all the right things. He's right. It is just a dry patch, dry spell, whatever. Things will pick up sometime.

Thanks dude. You're a champion!

I'm Elliott Scott, feeling a bit better, siging off.

A Luau without Tofu?

Luau
Originally uploaded by Elliott Scott.

I plan to have a party. Come. It will be fun. I PROMISE! I won't be a sad sack. I'll have friends, and more importantly chicks in bikini's drinking punch. How could it possibb-lie go wrong? I mean possibly. And everyone will get laid*

Man I'm not gonna get tired of that joke! Laid, of course I refer to the Hawaiian flower necklace. But maybe some hanky and panky will go on. Who knows? You'll have to come and find out.

And bring your hot sister.

It should be mid-Feb, so you'll have plenty of time to prepare. And get a nice tan. And start working out.... I'd better go!

I'm Elliott Scott, I can smell the grilled hot dogs and coconut sunscreen now... signing off.

. . . . yep

Mundanity
Originally uploaded by Elliott Scott.

Hey all.

I hope you can indulge in a bit of self-loathing, internal assesment and generic AND random ranting for a few paragraphs. It'll do ME a lot of good, perhaps not you. But you don't have to read it. I do need to write it though.

This blog was always intened to be not just a log, but a journal of my thoughts. It just so happens that some people read it. And I think that's awesome. You guys, my friends and (dare I say) fans are wonderful.

But despite all the love of my friends I'm still missing that other kind of love. The love between me, and that special someone for me. I don't know who she is. Or where she is. Or how to find her.

This seems to be a problem for a LOT of people. I wrote about it a while ago, in my post relating to Laney Boggs. And now I seem to be going through another lonely phase. I know that my love isn't for the girl I was recently talking about, my ex. She WAS that girl. She was the quiet art student with the hidden beauty. But she's no longer that person. I can see that. But I don't like accepting it.

I thought I had the perfect person, untill she changed. And I changed too. But she REALLY changed. I don't love her anymore. But I'm in love with who she was.

BUT that I guess that means the girl for me is still out there. WHERE? And how do I meet her?


I know it's selfish, lazy, entirely unromantic, but I wish a girl would chase me for once. Since my ex and I broke up, I've been interested in several girls. But they always ended the same way. We're friends. Or she had a boyfriend all along, but she conveniently forgot to tell me. I'm not bitter towards them, not at all! But it gets me worried. Am I chasing not only the wrong girl, but the wrong type of girl?

But then what is the right type? These girls I've been interested all are physically very similar, same with my ex. Am I chasing the same type of girl based solely on appearance? I didn't think I was. OR worse still? Am I chasing a fleety memory of someone I used to love?

I will definitely admit that I do have a clearly defined "type" physically. I'm just not physically attracted to certain people. Even if they are phycologically right. But am I chasing these girls based entirely on appearance?

This is all too much for me to talk in rhetorics. Someone gimme some feedback. NOT LINUS though. He's said enough. In a good way. I just don't wanna keep asking him the same questions.

I wanna meet the right girl. I'm not saying she'd end all my problems forever and ever. I'm just saying I want to remember what it was to love.

So tell your friends. I'm single. And interested in meeting people.

I like to think of myself as a nice guy. Who is attractive enough (I guess I could go to the gym a bit more...). I think I'm talented. Some will disagree. And I have a passion for things in life. You all know that.

But I'm deeply saddened. And lonely. I know a lot of people out there in EXACTLY the same situation. Great people, can't meet great people. I see loving couples everywhere. WHY? And why do none (or mainly none) of my friends have boyfriends/girlfriends? This just isn't right.

I'm Elliott Scott, apologising for making you all miserable, signing off.

PU : Politically Uncorrect

Mao
Originally uploaded by Elliott Scott.

I'm trying to think of some slogans for companies that are very un-PC. What good are social guidelines if I can't break them, and thrust the shards in people's faces?

So here is what I've come up with. Tell me some good ones if you can think of them. And you can win that Mapple iPod that I was trying to give away....

CHAIRMAN MAO'S KOSHER DELI
With every 6 bagels you get a free Tibet!

HITLER & CO.
Ethnic Cleansing

That's about all I could think of. Maybe something a bit more current. Something to do with Georgey Boy or iRaq or something. Something a bit more contraversial. Or contriversial. Or whatever. Me spell goods me does.

I'm ES Signing O

AND LET'S NEVER SPEAK OF IT AGAIN

I was urged by logic, reason and legality to remove some stuff from my site. I hope you don't think less of me. My morals haven't been comprimised, I still want to say all the stupid things that happen to me, regardless of consequences.
If you want to hear the tale of the P*saga or the mission of the Yellow Dart, just let me know.

I'm Elliott Scott, signing off and throwing away the key.

HAPPY THANKSTURKEY

Turkey
Originally uploaded by Elliott Scott.

Today is Thanksgiving. Which might not mean anything to you Aussie's (pronounced as much like an American tourist as possible), or it may not seem like that big a deal to you Yanks (again pronounced in an ocker Aussie accent).

But as an expatriate of the USA it has some significance. It's a way of reminding myself that I am an American. And I'm proud to be an American.

I love Australia, I grew up here, it's really all I know, but I will always think of America as my home.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING everyone. Lets all be thankful for what we have. I know I complain a lot, but I am also very proud of the things I have acheived, and very appreciative for everyones support and love. Thanks guys, you rock!

I'm Elliott Scott, salivating over our MASSIVE 9.0kg turkey!, and signing off.

UP ON A PEDESTAL

I got my first comment from someone outside my group of friends. Technically it's my second; but I already knew Terin. Although he did stumble onto my site. ANYWAY.

Someone reading my site left a comment. Max, thank you!

You know what that means? People are actually reading it?! Wicked. Tell all your friends. I want a large fan-base. That way it's more likely someone will lend me money to buy the crack I so deeply deserve. But don't tell them that. Tell them that by visiting my site that can will a very used Mapple I'dratherdiPod! Hooray! 20gigs of songs you won't want to here. And now for some eyecatching words!

FREE!
SEX!
FROM!
ME!

I'm Elliott Scott, signing off. And off and off.

It's her party and I'll cry if I want to...

Cry if I want to...
Cry if I want to.....
You would cry too, if it happened to-oo... you...

It's nearly her birthday. Maybe that's why she called. But was too afraid to say anything. Maybe. I dunno if it was an accident.

I was going to call her anyway, and wish her a happy birthday. Or maybe just message her. I don't want to ruin her fun with my sad whinging and longing for her. I don't want to cry on her birthday. I usually cry when I talk to her. I am:
1) A Wuss
2) A HOPELESS Romantic
3) A Loser

Think less of me if you want. It can't be much worse than how I feel about me. Jeez that's sad. I'm in a sad mood. Sorry to drag you in too. Sorry. I write how I think, not how I want to appear. Which is why I'm always talking myself down, and confessing to my own stupidity. I don't like talking myself up.

If you think I was cool, read this blog, that'll change your mind. But at least I'm honest.


I'm Elliott Scott rambling my usual ending, which no-one cares about anyway. Signing off.

PS. If you're wondering why I haven't publically wished her a happy birthday on this site, like I did for other people; it's because she doesn't know about this blog. It's not that I'm afraid for her to read it, or for her to find out that I'm a loser, or for her to see that I'm interested in other girls or anything like that. It's simply I want her to not have me in her life. I hurt her as much as she hurts me. She has a blog too, and if I knew the address I'd read it. Even if it does hurt me. I want her to be happy. I only wish it was with me.

PPS. Telling me to get over it is fair enough. I was over it. Mainly. But like I said, every time I hear from her, or even just see her name, or have a significant date coming up (like her birthday) I get all sad, and drawn back into it.

PPPS. Don't worry, there will be happy blogs soon enough. Soon my pretties, soon.

The Wrong Number

I got a call from my ex. I'm still sorta hung up on her, so anything reminding me of her is a big deal. The thing is; the phone only rang once or twice, I was busy helping Tanner install some speakers, so I couldn't answer it.

Did she mean to call me? Was it a mistake? Did she hang up before I could answer?

We made some arrangements in our lives, we can't talk to each other. We tried to be friends for about a year, but it was just too painful. She wanted to be friends, and I wanted to be with her. Niether of us could give each other solely what the other wanted, without personal comprimise, so we agreed not to talk anymore. I told her that if she called me, I would think she wants to get back together. As silly as that is, it's what I think everytime. So if she does call, knowing how it would effect me, it had better be important.

So I get called. But I don't know what about. Or if she even meant to call. And I'm left with as much pain as if I did talk to her.
I forgot to take my medication for the last few days too, so I'm not quite prepared to deal with sad situations.

Also, my name is Elliott. Not Aaron, or Alan, or Alf, so I dunno if she could have accidentally dialed my name.






Do I call? Do I not call? Such is the dilema of the weak at heart.






I'm Elliott Scott, hoping and fearing that she'd call again, signing off.

STUMBLING THROUGH LIFE...

I was on Skype tonight when someone messaged me. He asked me for his help with his english homework. I was confused, but glad to help.

His name was Alan. Or Lee Zong-Yan. He lives in Taiwan, and had some homework to do. It was fun to help him. I didn't really do much, just listened to him talk. And listened to the recording he had to repeat. It was really cool. He's really good too, despite he repeated rebutal. He kept apologising for his 'poor english', even though it was perfect.

After the lesson we tried to teach me some chinese. This was HARD!

I learnt "How are you?" and "I love you". Which I can't really type, but I'll try phonetically: "Nee-how mah?" and "Wuah I Nee" respectively.

Then he sang a song. Which was very bizarre, but also REALLY cool. No-one has ever sang for me before. It was like a trans-equator concert just for me. Silly, but cool.

IESSO

PS. "Zai Jian" is bye, and "Wan An" is goodnight.

Lonely Hearts

Sgt Pepper
Originally uploaded by Elliott Scott.

Here is a rough mock-up of the Sgt Pepper card I was talking about. I don't have the photo's of my family handy, so I put in some of my friends.

I think I am getting very lonely. I'm not as happy as I used to be when I first started feeling better. It's weird. The pills took ages for me to start feeling better, then suddenly I felt happy. Now that has plateued and dropped significantly. I don't think it's as much a medical depression anymore, I'm just unhappy. I'm VERY lonely. I miss having a girlfriend. I miss going to sleep next to someone. I miss brushing the hair away from her face before I kiss her. I miss everything. The bad and the good. I don't know if I miss her, or miss having someone.

I think about her though.

I wonder how she's doing. If she's happy. I half hope she is happy, because I care about her. And I think she deserves to be happy. But I also hope she's not happy because I'm not happy. If she has a boyfriend and is happy without me, well, that's not good. But it is good too. I miss her.

IESSO

HO HO HO-WDY

Christmas Card 2004
Originally uploaded by Elliott Scott.

This is the annual christmas card design. My family doesn't like sending out the usual cards, they prefer non-religious non-holiday specific cards. This years card is based on a western theme.

I took old photo's of my mom and dad dressed as cowpoke and stuck them together. For people who are family friends from way back, it's cool to see them together as kids. For anyone else, they just look like cute kids. But the photo's are old looking.

My mom wanted it to say this specific message, based on the Roy Rogers song I think.

And on the back is a similar photo of me and my little brother. I like the color scheme used, color silouettes and old photo's. Looks cool. Lots of white space in the actual card, not so much here.

If you want a closer look, just click on the image. Unfortunately I couldn't get it very big cuz of net restrictions, but you get the picture. Pun not intended.

Next year we're either gonna do The Beatle's "Abbey Road", and have us crossing the street. "Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band" and have faces from our past surrounding us, OR Andy Warhol's "Marilyn" or any other Warhol-esque grid. Have our faces in different colors. I think that's gonna be next years, it's simplest and most colourful.

Untill soon, I'm Elliott Scott, signing off.

LINUS'S'SITE

To see what websites should be, not my poor excuse for a site, check out my good friend Linus's site. It's well done. And of quality.

www.lunchtimelegend.com

IESSO

DESPERATION

Lily
Originally uploaded by Elliott Scott.

On Linus's cool site, he mentions a quote I said in class. Of course it was out of context.

He states that I said Lily was hot. What he forgot to mention was that I haven't had sex in over a year! Desperate times call for perverted measures.

And Lily is hot!

But is by far besides the point. The point is, PLEASE have sympathy sex with me. I don't care who you are. Anyone. Please! I can't be that unattractive that you wouldn't give me a sympathy root. If I'm at the stage where stick figures are hot, you guys, as friends should help me out.

I blame you.

I'm Elliott, "signing" off... and of course, by using the paranthesis, I am implying that I'm actually whacking off. And by that, I mean MASTURBATING! Frantically. Lily... she's a fox.

WITHOUT FURTHER TO DO

AS PROMISED, HERE IS THE MEANING OF THAT BIG WORD:

PRO-PSEUDOCONTRANEOANTIDISESTABLISMENTARIANISTICALLY

To understand this, we must break it down, in stages.
1. Disestablishmentism is a politcal movenment; the seperation of church and state.
2. Antidisestablishmentism is the opposition of this.
3. Neoantidisestablishmentarianism is the newer version of the oppostition of the movement.
4. Opposing this new wave of opposition to the opposition is contraneoantidisestablismentarianism.
5. A false version of this opposition to opposition is pseudocontraneoantidisestablismentarianism.
6. A state of mind in favour false version is pro-pseudocontraneoantidisestablismentarianistic.
7. Acting in this manor of being in favour is to be acting pro-pseudocontraneoantidisestablismentarianistically

There you go, you are now REALLY smart! But have wasted a good 5 minutes. Which I now own! AAAaaahhhhh...


Ie. Sso

The Property of Ones

As strong bad says in his email with the similar title...

"The one-itude is directly proportional to the colditude".
Meaning, the colder the beer, the more of a beer it is.

In my hand I am holding a Jimmy Boag. Which is normally quite a one. Yet, this is a slightly-cooler-than-room-temperature; therefore not much of a one. Cold ones, by very nature are cold. And this is not. It tastes like rotten sprite, rather than the sweet life giving nectar that it normally is.

And now, to seem smrt I shall typea lot of big words.... visa vi, inconcordantly, ergo, hitherto, and the grand-daddy of all big words; propseudocontraneoantidisestablishmentarianistically... which I actually know the meaning of, but will save for another post.

Thus concludes the post.


IESSSSSOOO

PS. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, go to:
www.homestarrunner.com .... check out the strong bad emails, they be funy.

THAT TOO, IS STUPID..

Here is another thing that I find odd in the world. But at least this time my point is slightly more valid....

When someone says they LITERALLY did something, it means they really did it. And if someone is speaking FIGURATIVELY, they're speaking in metaphor. But literal and literature come from the same word. So who would something real be written, or a story? Conversely, something figurative, or figure, as in numbers, be fake?

See what I'm getting at?

LITERAL - Literature, stories: fake
FIGURATIVE - Figures, numbers; real.

IESSO

A ZOMBIE ATE MY BABY!

Shaun
Originally uploaded by Elliott Scott.

Just saw "Shaun of the Dead". F*CKING FUNNY!!! OMG freakin hilarious shit. So good. 3 NOSES!

Not only was it funny, a good parody of the tried to death (sorry for the pun) genre of zombie horror, it was also good social commentary. That we're all zombies. But its not thrust in your face, everything is subtle.

Listen carefully to the ambient sounds. Sound is SSSSOOOO well done in this movie. Better than anything I can think of. Really subtle again.

Subtle. But GOOD!
I can't stress this enough.

And the posters are really cool too. Comic-booky. Nice line art. And cool simple colors. Black, red and white. How can you go wrong? How? Tell me. Them ruskies and the Russian constructivism. You can't say that style isn't cool. NO! Don't say it! You can't.

IESSO

eMO vs eCOMMERCE

Emo
Originally uploaded by Elliott Scott.

Here's a good joke:

Q: How many emo's does it take to screw in a lightbulb?

A: (Holding back tears) I don't know, my girlfriend used to do it.

IESSO

STUPIDITION RUNS IN THE FAMILY

SCENARIO #1
I locked Tanner's car keys in his car. I am a f*ckwit. I felt so bad. He was quite annoyed. And his mom had to wait at the salon because we couldn't pick her up. RACQ had to come out and jimmy the door open. He was very embarrassed. At least it didn't cost anything. He became a member today.

SCENARIO #2
After waking up in the middle of the night, I stumble into the kitchen only to find my parents rumaging through the fridge looking for munchies. Yes, those kind of munchies. It sucks. They were talking utter shit too. I don't know half of what they were saying... man.

IESSO

LEST WE

Statue
Originally uploaded by Elliott Scott.

Today is Remebrance Day, and in an act of uncharacteristic compassion, I want to honor this in my own way. I will have a minute silence, as well as an 11 line break in my blog. Please take a minute silence as well, as you read the emptiness...











In this time of struggle and unrest, we should be able to band together to love and respect people who have died for what they believed in, even if it conflicts with our own beliefs.

No-one deserves to die in battle. I am eternally grateful for the brave people who fought for a cause that allows me to live my life the way I do. In particular the people from our grandparents generation. Sure, the war stories may be boring to listen to, but they are nonetheless worth listening to. Thanks grandpa and grandma.

I'm Elliott Scott, bowing my head, and signing off.



PS. In WW2 both of my grandfather's fought against the Japanese in the Pacific. One of my grandfather's aircraft carrier was bombed by kamikaze pilots. He lived. My two grandmothers were nurses in Europe. I had relatives who died in the gas chambers. I thank the people who fought for their freedom. My parents both protested against the war in Vietnam in the 60's. They didn't believe in the cause. Or maybe they were scared. My dad fled to Canada because he was drafted.



I would be scared too. I am thankful for the brave people who stood up and fought. They are people I look up too.

Eye Heart the Twenties

Bonnie-& Clyde
Originally uploaded by Elliott Scott.

Here is the photo's from Jella's birthday bash that I promised AGES ago. Sorry about the delay...

... not that you'd care... you ungrateful bastards!


LOVE and SIGNING OFF, Elliott Scott, whom I am.

WRONG

Mark: Dude, you rape small children.
Elliott: Well, everyone needs a hobby.

UH... NO, THAT MAKES COMPLETE SENSE..

Yes, I know that it makes sense inner monologue, but it still seems weird is all. Oh, HI THERE FOLKS! Didn't see you there. I was just talking to myself about something slightly odd to me, but completely sense-making if you think about it for at least a fraction of a second.

The thing is:
Domestic airports are smaller, crappier and don't seem anywhere nearly as cool as internation airports, yet only big countries have them. WHAT? I know, I know, that makes sense, but think about it from my stupid point of view.

If a country is really big, and developed it can afford to have an international airport. Otherwise it's stuck with a shitty domestic.

I guess I'm caught up with the stigma and connotations of the different airport types, and less concerned with a little thing called logic. But what do you expect from a guy who talks to his inner monologue. Which isn't really inner if I write it down.

Stupid fools. You ... just dont... get it, do you?
IESSO

S is before P

Tanner told me about this crazy error in the Matrix code, that if you type in:

www.mondayne.blogpsot.com

you go to a churchey site. I did exactly what he did, and ended in my crappy site. But looking closely at what he typed, I noticed he spelt blogspot wrong. So he really did go to another site... so here is a blurb from their site.

ABUNDANT BIBLES
A mega-site of Bible, Christian and religious information & studies; including,
audio and written KJV Bible, Bible helps & tools, churches, Doctrine, links, news,
prayer, prophecy, sermons, spiritual warfare, statistics, and tracts. Features the
Chronological 4 Gospels, Prayer Book, Prophecy Bible, and a photo tour of Israel.

Good ol' Matrix. I reckon if I was a Matrix character I'd be called... hm.. uh. No, I dunno. Oedipus. Nah.. but maybe. Narcisis. Yeah, that's more accurate.

IESSO

AS A FOOTNOTE: I downloaded a Darren Hayes cover of that horrible Delta Goodrum song "Lost Without You". It is simultaneously the best and worst song ever. It's a SHITTY song, but at least it ain't Delta. Delta Badrum. Sorry, it had to be said. Then again; Darren Hayes. Hmm.. I'm gonna go hang myself now.

DREAM RESULT

BEFORE I START MY BLOG, I JUST WANTED TO BRAG TO ALL MY FELLOW DESIGN STUDENT BUDDIES, THAT -- HA HA HA -- I FINISHED MY PORTFOLIO. YOU PROBABLY HAVE TO, BUT I KNOW SOMEONE WHO HASN'T. SO THIS LITTLE MESSAGE IS FOR YOU.

83 PAGES OF UTTER CRAP, FINISHED!

NOW FOR THE BLOGATISATION:
I didn't have a lucid dream, but I did have some pretty weird ones. I can't remember fully, but I'll explain the bits and pieces.

1. We were in the forest again, filming that panda movie I'm working on. It was sorta like the old art camps I went to back in high school. We were waiting for the rain to stop so we could resume shooting. This chick that I like was there, and she ran up and tackled one of the other crew members. They were sort of play wrestling. Sorta flirting. I was jealous. When the were done, she came over to me, I guess she saw my reaction, and gave me a big hug. I kissed her forehead. I used to do that to someone else.. it meant a lot to me.

2. I was staying in a hotel suite with my family. And again, this chick.. and somehow they had plotted my death. Or they thought I was dead. Im not too sure.
At any rate I was in the bathtub, trying to get this really bad knot out of my neck, when a tornado sucked me out of the wall. Actually it was more like the tornado in Wizard of Oz... accompanied by the music and everything. Crazy.

3. Again with this chick. We were battling some sort of space creatures.
I'm not sure exactly the scenario with this one, but my yr12 math teacher; Ms Garnett was there. She was criticising me for letting one of my friends die, from a drug over-dose. She told me that it was my fault. Even though I knew it had something to do with these little eggs I found.
The chick and me were detention together, I guess because of the horrendous crimes we never commited. And the FBI came I think. And we were running away. I can't remember.
Basically we find a tank full of water in some abandoned silo or something. And there are two sets of 5 eggs. They'd already hatched and there are little baby squid swimming around the tank. Also in the tank is the body of my dead friend. They eat him. And then swim back into the eggs. Then they hatch again laying hundreds of eggs. Which all sort of hatch and start spreading. I don't know. But they were taking over the world. And I didn't really do anything.

Sorry if these don't make sense. Which they don't. But maybe you'll laugh or think of some crazy explanation for them all.

IESSO

Lucid Liu (Dream Experiment #4)

Lucky
Originally uploaded by Elliott Scott.

Or was it #3? I could check, but that'd require effort, and.. well.. you know --nods head in a vaguely suggestive, moderately weird, holey stupid way-- Is it wholy? Or Wholey? Entirely.

Anyway, I ate two chilli dogs. Let's see what happens.

Wish me luck.

I'm Elliott Scott, signing off...



NOTE: This blog had nothing to do with Lucy Liu, it was all a cleverly devised ploy to draw you in. And you fell perfectly into my trap. First you fools, next the world. HA MOO MOO



NOTE AS WELL: Before you make the --OBVIOUS-- joke about Lucy Liu in my dreams or something to that effect, I figured I'd ruin the fun for you. No, Lucy will not be in my dreams. It's not that I don't like her, or asian chicks or anything like that, it's just I am doomed to not have sex dreams. But she may feature in my dreams in a scary character.

She scares me. .... .... .... ... mommy...

Babies Everywhere!

Jazz
Originally uploaded by Elliott Scott.

Linus is a champion.

Ok, here we go... THE blog...

Or at least it was a good blog, when I could remember. But now it's been a week, and I can't remember.

Tanner, Linus and I went to the jazz bar at the arts centre. It was cool. Better than last time.

We dared Linus to sing. He didn't really think he would, but thought it would be a good laugh if he did. Let me say, right here, right now; that Linus ROCKS! Totally.

He belted out some tunes that captured the whole room. We loved it! SERIOUSLY! And I'm talking Homestar level seriously.. It was the best $500 I evew spent, Stwong Bad.

Seriouswy.

Oh and after we dropped Lino off at the station, the Tan and I went back into 'fers for the obligatory Coffee + Massage special. no massage this time. Oh well.

Until next time; I'm Elliott Scott, signing off

PROMISES

Hey guys
I know I said I'd be posting my bloggeyness up today.... but I can't. I've been somewhat busy with this movie. So, hopefully I'll be able to do it soon. Probably editing tomorra night, so I'll do it then.

Thanks for the patience.
I'm Elliott Scott, signing off and falling asleep. (Sun stroke)