YOU ARE GETTING VERY SLEEPY. SERIOUSLY.

If I'm lyin', I'm dyin'.

Which ... the way things have been going around here lately ... wouldn't be totally unbelievable.

Susie's dad passed away August 22nd. Ummmm ... two weeks ago.

This came less than a month after my Mom had passed away.

Needless to say ... our two remaining parents are starting to think Susie and I together are some kinda jinx.

Finally ... because I have about five minutes to crank out this entry ... I'm going to Vegas next month to take a seminar on ... you guessed it ... becoming a stage hypnotist.

That's right.

A stage hypnotist.

The kinda guy that gets on stage, does a little show and then hypnotizes people from out of the audience to do amazingly silly things like make people think they're totally naked onstage and ... well ... I'm not sure what else I'll do.

Chances are good I'll just leave 'em thinking they're naked for an hour.

This is something I've always been fascinated with and recently I was talking to another DJ who had become a certified stage hypnotist several years ago and when he told me the money he made at each show ... well ... holy baloney ... I had to look further into it.

I did.

And now ... I'm going to do it.

He supplements his hypnotist income with DJ gigs.

I supplement my day job with DJ gigs.

I'd LOVE to be in his shoes.

And in about a month or so, I'll be in them.

To answer your question ... yes, I've been hypnotized several times onstage and am a firm believer in the craft.

Yep.

So anyway, I've gotta go. Susie's yelling at Andrew in the bathtub and I have to go in there and give him the stern "You listen to your mother, Mister or you're getting a spanking you'll never forget!"

I'm the master of that look.