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ason Scavone is a 1998 graduate of Lex Luthor University, where he majored in Mad Science with a minor in Evil Business Administration. He's since been a nonstop disappointment to his mother by failing to put that education to work, instead taking up residence as an award-winning Las Vegas-based writer.
Although he still maintains a hobbyist’s interest in devising a chemical formula that when slipped into their respective water supplies will bring both Metropolis and Gotham City to their knees, he spent most of his time writing as a staff brand journalist for national boxing promotion Premier Boxing Champions; as Vegas Seven magazine's associate editor; freelancing for Las Vegas Weekly, Desert Companion, Medium's Cuepoint and The Smith Center; and managing DailyFiasco.com, Las Vegas' drinkin'est, fightin'est, handsomest entertainment and nightlife blog.
The Anatomy of the Final Table
Vegas Seven, May 17, 2012
When he tells the story, it sounds to me like he may have claimed victory in a bout when all he did was land a couple of touches. Then I notice a saber, a foil and a fencing mask among the things casually scattered about his living room. If Mikels tells me right now he rode to movie sets on the back of a pegasus, I’d be half inclined to believe him. I am not, by nature, credulous.
Vegas Seven, November 6, 2014
It’s a bitch of a beast that wraps you up, draws you in—a Faustian parasite that promises much in the way of reward, sure, but demands a hefty chunk of psychic currency for the privilege. For the winner, it will all dovetail perfectly, energy well spent. For the other eight, years of what-ifs are in store.
Pass the Big Bowl of Nothing
Premier Boxing Champions, November 26, 2015
For every other boxer who has a fight between Black Friday and the middle of January? It means skipping out when everyone around you is indulging in a symphony of seasonal gluttony. Thanksgiving? Christmas? New Year’s Day? Maybe all three? It all gets sacrificed to the scale.
Faith No More Digs Out of the Grave
Cuepoint (Medium), April 28, 2015
In a swirl of cosmic injustice, Faith No More and the proto-rap-rock of “Epic” were consigned to the pop culture collective unconscious as the face that launched a thousand ships, all of them christened SS Limp Bizkit.
Art House Advantage
Vegas Seven, December 10, 2013
Anyone can look at an annual report and figure out how much gaming revenue different properties are generating—if you want to take the coward’s way out. But what we’d rather know is who was raking in more dough, Rick Blaine or Montgomery Burns? The mobsters behind the Tangiers or James Caan and his Montecito?
Vegas Seven, January 15, 2015
William Foley’s father was in the Air Force, in Ottawa for three years in the early 1950s when Foley was just starting school. Under those circumstances, pond hockey isn’t so much something you take up as it is part of the atmosphere. You put on a hat because it’s cold, you go to school because you have to and you play pond hockey because it’s January in Canada.
Claire Sinclair's Re-Modeling Project
Las Vegas Weekly, March 30, 2017
Claire Sinclair is apprehensive, which isn’t necessarily what you might expect from someone who’s spent much of her adult life quasi-, semi- or entirely nude. Judging by your dream journal full of pantsless anxiety nightmares, anyway, public nudity seems like the kind of career that should keeps one’s confidence up.
It's Naboo, Baby!
Desert Companion, December 22, 2015
It’s almost self-parody at this point that Star Wars planets only have one climate. Hoth is all tundra. Coruscant is all city. Endor is all forest. In that tradition, desert planets are the dry-aged porterhouse of single-climate planets. Tattooine appears in five of the six movies so far, and Awakens is heavy on another dustball, Jakku. Why go all the way to Tunisia when you could set up a few Jawas on the valley’s ridges and boulders?
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