Name: Scott Blackwell Age: 33 (though people think my younger brother Corey is actually OLDER than me!) Hair: Curly. Going gray. Eyes: Two. Blue. Nearsighted. Contact Lenses. Current McJob: I'm an administrative assistant and Internet Sales Director at York Honda. Current Transportation: 1991 Honda Accord, 190k miles Current CD playing in my car: Hot Water Music, "Caution". Or Hatebreed's new CD. Or Counting Crows. Whatever mood I'm in. Marital Status: Have a girlfriend, Tiffany. She's a Paralegal student. She rocks. The paltry list of things I've done in my life (so far):   Singer in hardcore/punk/metal band(s) Soundman/technician for numerous local bar-bands College Radio DJ Owner of a kickin' Rock 'n Roll club. Car Stereo Salesman Prospective model Band Coordinator and Stage Manager for a local music festival Indie Mailorder amateur Porn Star Honda Salesman Two-time College Dropout Mean-ass Volleyball Player BMX racer Connoisseur of fine alcoholic beverages (insert disclaimer here) Rugged Outdoorsman (Some of these things are admittedly ALL OUT LIES!) Things I'd still like to have accomplished by the time I finish a somewhat-meaningful existence:   Hang-gliding. Lucrative start as a model. Then later morph into an internationally acclaimed actor . Bungee jumping. Travel around America with my band like a Rock Star . Marriage (c'mon Tif, we can do it!) Dirt track racing (as long as going around and around in a circle doesn't make me throw up). Buy a new car. Not a recent-year used car. A NEW car. A Volvo S40. An Audi A4. Honda's S2000 2-seater. A Kia SUV. Hey, I'm not too hard to please. Win the lottery and do everything on this list. Travel around America in an RV and play Bingo and share chili recipes. Learn how to actually play a guitar, not just fake it and make rock-star poses. Do anything that I shamelessly lied about above on my list of accomplishments.

The Top Ten "Things That Suck" List for the year 2002

1. Anything concerning Osama Bin Laden.
2. Anything concerning Saddam Hussein.
3. Paying rent.
4. A receding hairline.
5. The Recording Industry trying to police file-sharing. It's here, deal with it.
6. People who bitch about the lack of things to do.
7. Being ready for bed at 10PM (I'm getting old).
8. Selling people things that you couldn't possibly afford yourself.
9. People who don't support underground music (or who don't even know it exists). Where do you think most artists come from? Do they just appear, and are instantly famous?
10. Having a SUCKY website like this, and having to tell EVERYTHING about myself in this little space.

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