Scott Vegas: Stroking The Already Inflated Ego

Seemingly according to long dead men and women this is our last year to have if you believe it.  So why not leave no word unspoken?  I'll  start, it's easy it's mundane it's profound and whatever you it to be.

I've always found myself wanting to be a better botanist.  I love caring for my plants(4 in total ATM) I was incredibly proud when my hibiscus bloomed over twenty times this past summer!  In it's multi-generational(over 40years) history of being in the Vegas family it had bloomed a total of twice, before last summer. 

So seeing this plant flower over and over and over again made me my proudest as a amatuer botanist to date.  The thing is I don't know where to go from here I have the desire to be better but don't know how do so appropriately.  It's my struggle in a nutshell(What shall do from here?)

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This all happened within 30 minutes.

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Oh Banksy how right you are. 

Moving Pictures Y'all need to watch  Dead Set(BBC series) my god probably the best take on the zombie apocalypse I've seen yet.  It is people like the one behind this series and artists like Banksy that make me wish to move across the pond.  I mean look at it like this if you will.  Europe is offer visionaries like those behind Dead Set, The IT Crowd, Snuff Box and artists re-inspriring a long dead art like Banksy.  What does America the Beautiful have to offer in trade?  Billy The Exterminator and That guy from Ancient Aliens with the really bad eyelid tan.

Culture the fuck up.  Although I say all this but I myself offer nothing to forward our progress I just admire those that have.

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On the professional side of things, I've got two shows this week both for my home where my heart lays, the I.W.E. which is always an experience. 
I always hope that these experiences will be enjoyable, & that something about that day/trip/show/crowd/match/night will stay with me for ther rest of my days in a positive light. Sometimes they aren't though(especially if Roadblock is involved) & with this year coming to a close & looking back I don't have a lot to positively to reflect upon.  It hasn't gotten me down, the undying, unflitching optimist in me is screaming "AT LEAST IT'LL BE EASY TO BE BETTER NEXT YEAR, YOU SILLY BITCH!"  I've spent way too much of my life being angry and feeling screwed over already & I want to shed that past part of me.  If I can it's my belief that'll become a better human for it.  Is it too early to start making new years resolutions? 

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November 25th 2011: "Holy Santa Claus Shit" After two long year I've found myself at a point of being up to updating this entire website. Is it a sign of a recommitment to my professional wrestling career? Honestly I don't know these last two years have seen both good and bad times. Mostly terrible and I mean that in my personal life. The ring has been really my only escape from the terrible events and I thank my brothers and sisters in spandex and every person willing to spend the ten dollars a show to see me do my thing. We'll see how long this thing all lasts and invite you all to enjoy the ride to troll around on my continuing journey as a unsuccessful yet determined professional wrestler.

May 9th 2009: "Let's Go Do Something Stupid" That has been a long standing motto of mine when it comes to professional wrestling. Last week I thought I had said my creed for the last time. What I did not understand, however, was how much, from many of the people I have met along the way did not want it to happen. I got numerous amounts of communication illustrating that exact point in every form of contact possible, I think my old beeper might have even vibrated in some box in storage somewhere. It was quite overwhelming, humbling. What really hammered it home for me was when I had "finished." Instantly it was shouted "Scotty Don't Go" after the show, as I am trying to leave everyone was telling me, "Scotty Don't Go." Even my parents, whom had never really understood why I did this told me I couldn't end it all yet. It was then decided, that I'll keep coming back, if you all still want to see me keep doing something stupid.

April 26th 2009: "That's What I Needed" Firstly, Let's go positive. I'm still riding a sweet, sweet high that took me straight on home with wide eyes on a late night five hour drive home, from Danielson, CT. Where'd I get this high, not from any bottle, capsule, or needle, that guff is for children with adult aged bodies. No, I got mine from having a great match last night. I don't mean that every single spot was the Benoit pinnacle of technical perfection with 90000 high spots. However what was perfect was the timing, and the interaction. It felt so great to have the entire audience(close to maybe 200) become putty in the palm of my hand gleefully enjoying the emotionally charged shape I was molding them to be. It's matches like last nights and Sunday's IHW trip that make me want to keep going. Second, The Negative Last Thursday Indian Island(The Penobscot Indian Reservation) was "treated" to NWA: On Fire. By that I mean they were treated to a show that had no promotion except a poster at the boys and girls club and from word of mouth that the two island boys Scott Vegas and Johnny Primer were going to face off. Did they get the Pardilla vs. Loring match they wanted and was booked a month prior? No instead I had my shoulder dislocated by a 400lb man who thought and was told to do a front flip over the top rope and leg drop onto me. Epic Fail. Third, The Worst April 17th there was a murder of a innocent woman, her name was Lady Wrestling. Where to start? Here's a quick recap, 4yr old Lucha and Dancing Robot = Funny. Fire Alarm, Evacuated building, A car full of guys coming 4 hours south from NH and then the promoter not paying them, Some kid got concussed during an outdoor hXe match, and, a 30 Minute Promo to end the show which consisted of two arseholes engaging in a trivial pissing contest on who's promotion sucked the least. = Worst wrestling experience of my life. EVER. This is worse then the time I worked for RPW at Wells and we had an abandoned school cafeteria as our locker room(It was an outdoor event, we where behind the poker tent.) Most of the boys turned into barbarians and start pissing in a corner, and there where 6 year old kids drinking P.B.R. in the front row.

March 29th 2009: " Breaks Left In The Street" So I am lucky to be alive. On my way down to NCW's most recent event I had to use brakes, part of driving, I went right to floor on the brakes, only to feel the slightest on tension. Once at the building I had Davey Loomis and his father, Larry, take a look and sure enough I had dumped the majority of my brake fluid somewhere down the road of the 95. I had also shattered my right-rear caliper into pieces, there was nothing left of the brake pad and the router and been worn down to beyond dangerous level. If I were a religous man I'd say there was someone watching over me. Either way I am lucky as can be not to be part of the clean up detail somewhere on the road. Thankfully, Davey and his family were kind enough to let me stay at their place, and they fixed all of my problems the next morning. Me and my entire family would like to thank the Loomis family for all that did for me.

March 18th 2009: "Bumps In The Road" What kind of insight can I truly give? Have I been around and done enough to give any insight what so ever? Those are the questions always pegging me when I start to write these little blurps. All I can really do is give you all my opinions, which are no better then any ones elses, and, hopefully you all will gain a little more insight on your own perspectives on common subjects I lay out. That's all I can hope to do, and that's all I hope that I do. No I don't give out nude photos. It's the fucking Katalina Wine Mixer.

Febraury 19th 2009: "Just A Little Kiss Ass To You All" Since the rebirth to dedication to the site, the numbers in response have no comparison. For the first time since the site opened in 2004 I could be looking at ten thousand hits by the end of this year! To some that's laughable, to me though it's sweltering almost overwhealming. So I humble myself a little and say thank you to any one willing to spend a typical 4 to 8 minutes of their day on the site and with me.

Febraury 14th 2009: "Can't Always Stand" I've never liked deadlines when it came to being creative. Whether it was in primary school or working on a poster for a show. You can't rush the creative process. When you put an end date on a matter of creativity it no longer becomes a work of art(no what the medium) but rather a nagging issue that the artist is pegged down to. Once you stop looking at your art as expressing something about you and the world around you, the point of it all is lost. That is why I have never accepted or admitted anything to publishing. Once I am on someones else time, and money, I'm no longer me, I am then an asset to a business with a bottom line, and frankly stated fuck that. Speaking of art do youselves all a favour and pick up Zack and Miri Make a Porno. Fantastic, bit of comedy.

January 29th 2009: "Put What You See As Good On One Side of The Line." Get a chalk board or dry erase board draw a line down the middle of it. Then draw/illustrate/write what you perceive to be good in your life on one side, and what you believe to be evil or negative on the other. Now erase that line and try to understand that there is no evil no good about you just labels. Put there by others without thought or care, and as soon as you eliminate these labels from your life the strife and unnecessary stress will soon follow.

January 24th 2009: "In the immortal words of Shawn Davistation, I got nothing." Yep, of course once I decided to keep up a blog I crash into writers block.

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