<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7640834181132235150</id><updated>2009-03-02T03:29:17.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures of the "Neon Cowboy"</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ink-trotting.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7640834181132235150/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ink-trotting.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Neon Cowboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7640834181132235150.post-1975046071619493183</id><published>2008-05-20T14:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:06:24.115-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend</title><content type='html'>i&amp;#39;ve been trying to keep my going out to a minimum since i tend to go  &lt;br&gt;overboard. but i went out on friday to see my friend&amp;#39;s band &amp;quot;we go  &lt;br&gt;machete&amp;quot;. i dig them but they had no merch at all. the venue also had  &lt;br&gt;less than to be desired sound. i hate going to see bands i know are  &lt;br&gt;awesome but play at a venue either with shit sound gear or a bad sound  &lt;br&gt;guy. since i started drinking at the house before going out i had a  &lt;br&gt;good buzz going before i even hit downtown. i don&amp;#39;t drive drunk which  &lt;br&gt;is a blessing and a curse. when i do go out and drive i&amp;#39;ll have one or  &lt;br&gt;two drinks over the course of the night before going home. when  &lt;br&gt;someone else is driving or i&amp;#39;m taking a cab i&amp;#39;ll start drinking early  &lt;br&gt;and get completely wasted before the end of the night. so much so that  &lt;br&gt;i&amp;#39;ll go up to strangers and even people i don&amp;#39;t like so much and  &lt;br&gt;invite them back to my house for after parties. i need to stop doing  &lt;br&gt;that. either the getting completely wasted part or the invite part.  &lt;br&gt;now i don&amp;#39;t mind a good after party at my house, but it seems like  &lt;br&gt;such a great idea when i&amp;#39;m drunk, i&amp;#39;m always pissed at myself the next  &lt;br&gt;day for even suggesting it. it just seems like most of the people are  &lt;br&gt;just there to take advantage of my good nature. they drink my liquor,  &lt;br&gt;mess my house up, and then leave. now if you see plastic cups on my  &lt;br&gt;bar wouldn&amp;#39;t you think people would use them? i do, but when i wake up  &lt;br&gt;the morning i&amp;#39;m treated to a kitchen full of dirty glasses. i think  &lt;br&gt;i&amp;#39;ll keep it to drinking at the house for a while unless there&amp;#39;s a  &lt;br&gt;good show or something. i was supposed to go see the police and elvis  &lt;br&gt;costello tomorrow with my ex-girlfriend and her new boyfriend but that  &lt;br&gt;got kiboshed. that&amp;#39;ll probably be my last chance to see them unless  &lt;br&gt;they do a tour again. although i did get a ticket to see tom waits in  &lt;br&gt;houston in june. that&amp;#39;s gonna be pretty awesome. tomorrow i have group  &lt;br&gt;therapy. i&amp;#39;ll post some crap up here after that.&lt;br&gt;goede tijde,&lt;br&gt;scotty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7640834181132235150-1975046071619493183?l=ink-trotting.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ink-trotting.blogspot.com/feeds/1975046071619493183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7640834181132235150&amp;postID=1975046071619493183&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7640834181132235150/posts/default/1975046071619493183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7640834181132235150/posts/default/1975046071619493183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ink-trotting.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#1975046071619493183' title='The Weekend'/><author><name>Neon Cowboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15106644883710315334'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7640834181132235150.post-6590996928567823906</id><published>2008-05-20T01:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T01:50:45.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a week(end) in review</title><content type='html'>i&amp;#39;ve been trying to keep my going out to a minimum since i tend to go overboard. but i went out on friday to see my friend&amp;#39;s band &amp;quot;we go machete&amp;quot;. i dig them but they had no merch at all. the venue also had less than to be desired sound. i hate going to see bands i know are awesome but play at a venue either with shit sound gear or a bad sound guy. since i started drinking at the house before going out i had a good buzz going before i even hit downtown. i don&amp;#39;t drive drunk which is a blessing and a curse. when i do go out and drive i&amp;#39;ll have one or two drinks over the course of the night before going home. when someone else is driving or i&amp;#39;m taking a cab i&amp;#39;ll start drinking early and get completely wasted before the end of the night. so much so that i&amp;#39;ll go up to strangers and even people i don&amp;#39;t like so much and invite them back to my house for after parties. i need to stop doing that. either the getting completely wasted part or the invite part. now i don&amp;#39;t mind a good after party at my house, but it seems like such a great idea when i&amp;#39;m drunk, i&amp;#39;m always pissed at myself the next day for even suggesting it. it just seems like most of the people are just there to take advantage of my good nature. they drink my liquor, mess my house up, and then leave. now if you see plastic cups on my bar wouldn&amp;#39;t you think people would use them? i do, but when i wake up the morning i&amp;#39;m treated to a kitchen full of dirty glasses. i think i&amp;#39;ll keep it to drinking at the house for a while unless there&amp;#39;s a good show or something. i was supposed to go see the police and elvis costello tomorrow with my ex-girlfriend and her new boyfriend but that got kiboshed. that&amp;#39;ll probably be my last chance to see them unless they do a tour again. although i did get a ticket to see tom waits in houston in june. that&amp;#39;s gonna be pretty awesome. tomorrow i have group therapy. i&amp;#39;ll post some crap up here after that.&lt;br&gt; goede tijde,&lt;br&gt;scotty&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7640834181132235150-6590996928567823906?l=ink-trotting.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ink-trotting.blogspot.com/feeds/6590996928567823906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7640834181132235150&amp;postID=6590996928567823906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7640834181132235150/posts/default/6590996928567823906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7640834181132235150/posts/default/6590996928567823906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ink-trotting.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#6590996928567823906' title='a week(end) in review'/><author><name>Neon Cowboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15106644883710315334'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7640834181132235150.post-3560029164102244586</id><published>2008-05-16T15:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T15:37:31.689-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yo</title><content type='html'>hi, i&amp;#39;m scotty body wotty. i have 3 roommates. one told me he was  &lt;br&gt;moving out so i got another roommate who wanted to move in on may 15th  &lt;br&gt;when my other roommate said he was moving out. then, later he told me  &lt;br&gt;that he was moving out til the first week of june. so now my new  &lt;br&gt;roomie is gonna inhabit my storage room til he moves out. at the same  &lt;br&gt;time one of my best friends got kicked out of out her house and needs  &lt;br&gt;a place to stay for a while so she&amp;#39;ll be sharing my room until my  &lt;br&gt;first roommate moves out and then my new roommate can take his room.  &lt;br&gt;confused? it&amp;#39;s ok, the meds haven&amp;#39;t kicked in yet.&lt;p&gt;love scottybw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7640834181132235150-3560029164102244586?l=ink-trotting.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ink-trotting.blogspot.com/feeds/3560029164102244586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7640834181132235150&amp;postID=3560029164102244586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7640834181132235150/posts/default/3560029164102244586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7640834181132235150/posts/default/3560029164102244586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ink-trotting.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#3560029164102244586' title='yo'/><author><name>Neon Cowboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15106644883710315334'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7640834181132235150.post-1502968770212382836</id><published>2008-05-16T15:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T15:37:13.502-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Body</title><content type='html'>i was listening to music on the radio on my drive to work this evening  &lt;br&gt;which i almost never do as it&amp;#39;s so loud everywhere i go, the car is  &lt;br&gt;the only time i can get some quiet with my thoughts. even if i do  &lt;br&gt;listen to the radio, it&amp;#39;s always talk radio. so i heard this song and  &lt;br&gt;my question is....when did red hot chili peppers start to suck? this  &lt;br&gt;song i heard was like a friggin&amp;#39; lullaby. i remember when freaky style  &lt;br&gt;came out in 1985 and blew my mind. what&amp;#39;s happening to our heroes? on  &lt;br&gt;another note, i&amp;#39;m driving my friends car while she borrows my truck to  &lt;br&gt;move out of her house. the car has a had a busted window for a while  &lt;br&gt;so the inside smells like a foot with a sock made of vomit on it.&lt;p&gt;love,&lt;br&gt;scottbw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7640834181132235150-1502968770212382836?l=ink-trotting.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ink-trotting.blogspot.com/feeds/1502968770212382836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7640834181132235150&amp;postID=1502968770212382836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7640834181132235150/posts/default/1502968770212382836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7640834181132235150/posts/default/1502968770212382836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ink-trotting.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#1502968770212382836' title='From the Body'/><author><name>Neon Cowboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15106644883710315334'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7640834181132235150.post-7008357426823828411</id><published>2008-05-12T10:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T10:11:00.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scotty Body Wotty Rocking The Scene Here Soooooooooonnnnn!</title><content type='html'>Hey Kiddies,&lt;p&gt;Keep your eye open as Scotty Body Wotty will be blogging his ass off  &lt;br&gt;here soon. If he doesn&amp;#39;t I will grind him into to little pieces in a  &lt;br&gt;blender, one quart at a time. Later!&lt;p&gt;-Mr. Audette&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7640834181132235150-7008357426823828411?l=ink-trotting.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ink-trotting.blogspot.com/feeds/7008357426823828411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7640834181132235150&amp;postID=7008357426823828411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7640834181132235150/posts/default/7008357426823828411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7640834181132235150/posts/default/7008357426823828411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ink-trotting.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#7008357426823828411' title='Scotty Body Wotty Rocking The Scene Here Soooooooooonnnnn!'/><author><name>Neon Cowboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15106644883710315334'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7640834181132235150.post-383893612702102172</id><published>2008-05-09T15:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T15:03:40.861-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Tattoo Magazine!</title><content type='html'>WOW! The story on us Tattoo Magazine was unbelievable! I can&amp;#39;t say  &lt;br&gt;thank you enough to Paul Garson who wrote the article. Thanks guys  &lt;br&gt;again.&lt;p&gt;Scott. The Director.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7640834181132235150-383893612702102172?l=ink-trotting.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ink-trotting.blogspot.com/feeds/383893612702102172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7640834181132235150&amp;postID=383893612702102172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7640834181132235150/posts/default/383893612702102172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7640834181132235150/posts/default/383893612702102172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ink-trotting.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#383893612702102172' title='Thank You Tattoo Magazine!'/><author><name>Neon Cowboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15106644883710315334'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7640834181132235150.post-5347259816385366793</id><published>2008-01-16T14:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T14:13:21.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pitching Our Show...</title><content type='html'>Give is a shout if ya got the dough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7640834181132235150-5347259816385366793?l=ink-trotting.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ink-trotting.blogspot.com/feeds/5347259816385366793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7640834181132235150&amp;postID=5347259816385366793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7640834181132235150/posts/default/5347259816385366793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7640834181132235150/posts/default/5347259816385366793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ink-trotting.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#5347259816385366793' title='Pitching Our Show...'/><author><name>Neon Cowboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15106644883710315334'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7640834181132235150.post-966213873446408668</id><published>2008-01-04T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T16:22:29.115-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Footage'/><title type='text'>Check out our trailer...</title><content type='html'>Hello Kiddies,

We've just uploaded a trailer of our show. The footage can be seen at:

http://www.scottaudette.com/Ink/trailer.html

And soon on ink-trotting.com.

Thanks,

DJ TV Fathead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7640834181132235150-966213873446408668?l=ink-trotting.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ink-trotting.blogspot.com/feeds/966213873446408668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7640834181132235150&amp;postID=966213873446408668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7640834181132235150/posts/default/966213873446408668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7640834181132235150/posts/default/966213873446408668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ink-trotting.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#966213873446408668' title='Check out our trailer...'/><author><name>Neon Cowboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15106644883710315334'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>