Pictured: Me on the way to the airport.  Not pictured: my future molestation
by TSA ten minutes later.  When you have a ton of equipment, a one-way
ticket, and a huge northface jacket in Los Angeles, they put you in your own
line -- the rape line.

Brief Note before usual hilarity:

I'm on a plane headed to Boston.  Right now there is a baby fighting to stay awake for the sole purpose of screaming/urinating into my face. 

Here's the deal: We heard from the Conan people.  They say to keep going and to get an agent.  All of these things are in the works, thanks to the site and to the industry people I've met along the way.  Either it's honest or it's not.  Either way, it doesn't matter.  The trip was about getting attention and building up a video and web presence. 

In the meantime, Pete and I have decided to move forward.  I will still be performing ppt in parts of the country.  We'll still be producing videos and updating our blogs.  All the while, Pete will cut the film, I will write a book (replete with zesty pesto recipes), Torio will go back to space, and we'll all have nightmares about Cleveland.

So keep following.  It's not over.  It's just the next phase.

Joe

P.S. If you're from Bank of America, it is over. I'm dead.  Stop calling.