I Stepped in Dogshit Today

Yup. The title says it all. I stepped in dogshit today. I was walking into the bank, fumbling with my keys and then the ground suddenly felt mushy. They're ought to be a law about that. Oh wait, there is. Fucking assholes. I was disgusted....and angry. That's an interesting combination of emotions. Like when you're eating out at a restaurant and find a hair in your food. Or something worse. The only solace I can take from this experience is that I was wearing my old work shoes and not the white running shoes I bought last month. I know what I would have felt if that had happened: Disgust and rage. Fucking assholes.

Uninteresting

Wow, I really haven't blogged much in the last few weeks. To be honest with you, outside of my sister having a baby boy (which I blogged about....did you enjoy?), there hasn't been anything interesting to write about. It's not that I don't want to write something. I think the fact that I'm actually blogging about how uninteresting these last few weeks have been attests to that. It's just that I need something interesting to write about. Who wants to read anything uninteresting?
I've thought about a few things to blog about, then realized that while these events seem semi-interesting to me, they would likely bore the hell out of anyone who had the misfortune of reading about them. For example, the other day I took my winter jacket to the dry cleaners. They told me it would be 2 days. Then as I was leaving I remembered that I had a button that I wanted them to sew back on the jacket. The woman behind the counter told me that we had better make it 3 days. Is that interesting? Not really. It is a tad strange how it would take an extra day to sew a button back on. Not really blog-worthy material though.
Here's another example. I went to The Book Peddler the other day to get rid of a bunch of books which I am never going to read again. (To be honest with you, some of the books were ones I had started and had no intention of finishing.) One of the books was 'A Man in Full', by Tom Wolfe. (Really good book. And yes, I read the whole thing.) The woman working there refused to take it because it is unsellable. Apparently, people have been pawning this book off on her and nobody wants to buy it. So here I am, watching her check out all my books as she tries to determine how much store credit I am going to get (I would have preferred cash, but I just wanted to get rid of the damn things more than anything), and my eyes wander down to the book shelf beside the till. I am standing beside the fiction section, with the author's whose last name begin with W right there. I see all of the Tom Wolfe books she has. There isn't a single copy of 'A Man in Full'. Not one. Before I could say anything, I notice a copy of his book "The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test', which I have been looking for for years. Years. So i walked out of there with over $20 in store credit and a book I've wanted for a long time. And 'A Man in Full'. Which is now back on my bookshelf.
Now is that an interesting story? Is it blog-worthy? I actually think it is. I should have blogged about it that very day now that I think about it.

Cohen

I am an uncle again. Wait, that sounds weird. I've been an uncle for almost 2 years now. What I should say is that the number of people who can call me Uncle Scott has doubled. I have a nephew. On Thursday October 1st my sister Rachel gave birth to Cohen Trevor Smith. He weighs 7 lbs, 9 oz, is healthy and is adorable. I love his name too. Rachel says she and Trevor got the idea from watching 'The O.C.'. Seth Cohen was constantly referred to by his last name and they thought it would sound good as a first name. And it does.