Yes, most of you knew that. Some of you think I’m goofy in the endearing way. Some of you think I’m goofy in the crazy uncle who never fully recovered from the war way. I’m not saying I’m goofy, I’m saying I’m Goofy. We got distracted at the office today and took the “Which Disney Character” are you test… Read more
Ever since I moved to this town of elevated angels and broken down barbies, three little words have haunted me. No matter what form of disarray my relationships and hair are in, these words just ride up my ass like a pair of jeans on a hipster. They float around this town, spying on us, ready to pounce and force us to think or even act in abornmal ways, questioning everything from coffee orders to dick jokes…. Read more
As you may or may not know, when I’m not telling jokes on stage, I am working for lifebyme.com, a site dedicated to people sharing what’s most meaningful to them. Today my post is featured called “own it”. Read more
You are fortuate enough to be invited to a party. Lucky freakin you. It’s not one of those giant house parties with a caterer and a bartender. Sorry. It’s a smaller gathering of close friends, perhaps a game night or an oscar party. If you haven’t realized yet that a small gab/game fest of your close friends kicks the rager in the self esteem balls, then self help is definitely in your future.
You could resist the urge to bring something. You could also wonder what ugly things the host is saying about you after you leave for not bringing anything. Don’t worry, they’ll only do it behind your back. Or you could choose to WOW them with a downhome white trash appetizer that will be gone in seconds: the devilled egg. Read more
My blogging started from my inherent need to write long winded emails to my friends, family, and, dare I say, fans? to promote my gigs. This was a favorite of many, so I decided to introduce the new mikeyscott.com with this one. Enjoy!
Once upon a time, I liked a boy. And by liked, I mean I had no idea what his personality was like, but he was hot and looked like he would ignore me just the right amount to make me crazy and have something new to rant to friends about over drinks at the Gold Coast (obviously I wasn’t going to find my Valentine there).