Scott Elkin

In an attempt to not work, I decided to have some fun ego-surfing.

I thought I had seen it all.

I went over to a friends house after I gave out my candy.

So, today was the USA vs. Italy World Cup Game. Huge game for the USA. HUUGE. Biggest of my lifetime. Really big.

I invited some friends over. I went to pick up some food to grill and waited for them to arrive.

My friends were late showing up due to horrendous LA traffic, but I had the game on TiVo.  When they arrived, my wife sat down with a guest while I was outside grilling. In that time, the TiVo switched to the live TV. My wife, clearly not paying attention, paused the game to stop the loud noises.

Some pictures of my one week old son.

My brother-in-law and his old friend from New York were running some errands in town when my brother-in-law saw a car just like his friend used to drive.

“Wayne, that looks like your old car.”

“Dude! That is my old license plate.  That IS my car!”

They tailed the person a few miles to some 7/11 gas station where they got out of the car to talk him.  Wayne ran over to the Asian man and found that he had, in fact, purchased it from the same dealer he had sold it to many years earlier.

I just realized that it is VERY possible that my son could be born on 6/6/6!  How cool is that?

Being a huge Iron Maiden fan half of my life, I have grown up with the song “The Number of the Beast”.  My son could have such a number as his birthday.

Wow.

Every time he is asked his birthday, he can scream, “666!” and then throw his hand in the air with his pinky and index finger outstretched.

Wow.

More fun with 666 at Wikipedia.

I would like to trade my iPod for a day with different people I know. It would be great way to get exposed to knew music, flirt (if you are trading with a potential hottie) and spice up your day.

Maybe there should be a “Trade Your iPod Day”?

I am not about to complain about having to serve Jury Duty.  I am a citizen of this country, and that is a duty of citizenship.

And things are nicer now then when I first served.  Now it is “one day-one trial”.  I don’t know if that is a California guideline, but it means I only must show up one day, or through one trial.  So if I don’t get picked, I’m done.  Many years ago, I had to show up for an entire week to sit around and/or sit on a jury no matter what.

Wow, how many years has it been? Like 12? Well now a new generation can learn cuss words from my favorite Italian family (except for the Micelli’s from Who's the Boss? ).  New season starts next week.

Thank goodness; with Project Runway ending I didn't know what I was going to do with myself.