I’m in Vegas right now attending three seminars back to back. I’ve been here for close to three weeks now, and we’re about to return home tomorrow. This explains why I haven’t blogged in a while.

While here, we’re looking at some properties. We want to buy a vacation home, especially during those cold winter months in Canada. (I think we found our home.)

But last week, my wife took me to see George Carlin at the Orleans Casino as my Father’s Day gift. It was a great show. George was funnier than ever. Still raw, caustic, and ranting at 71, he certainly hasn’t lost his touch.

Well, just a few moments ago I’ve learned that we, however, lost him.

When I learned about it, I was speechless. We just saw him a few days ago! I guess we caught one of his last shows if not his last. The funniest part of this? His show included jokes about dying and the afterlife.

Rest in peace, George Carlin. We’ll miss you.

Oh, boy, am I angry.

I was in Vegas last weekend speaking at Carl Galletti’s Internet Marketing Superconference — click here to see the pictures. We had a blast! Sylvie and I went to see Le Rêve (”The Dream,” by the Cirque du Soleil) at the Wynn. Absolutely a fabulous show!

We also had time to tour the “strip” and even checked out a live band and danced on the rooftop (52nd floor) at the Rio hotel, overlooking Las Vegas’ skyline.

And I danced so much that my clothes were completely drenched! There were Sylvie and I, Mike Filsaime and his wife, Mark Braunstein, Stirling Valentine, Mike’s assistant Michelle, Donna Fox and a few others.

Now, you’re probably wondering why I’m angry…

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The last two weeks have been nuts. So I haven’t had the chance to post much. After writing Frank Kern’s salesletter for his big Underachiever Mastery launch last Sunday working almost the entire time while at Stephen Pierce’s seminar in Detroit, barricading myself in my hotel room, it’s been more than crazy.

It’s been insane!

In fact, I promised a friend of mine in Windsor (Rick Beneteau) to visit him while down there, but Frank’s letter was such a huge affair, I had no choice. I was stuck. And now, I’m exhausted. (And that doesn’t count the fact that I’m writing two other big projects — one for John Reese, and another for Armand Morin.

But now that the bigger dust has settled, let’s roll.

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