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.

I have a new love in my life. And it’s a killer! (Actu­ally, it’s the band “The Killers.”)

I love their music. I just recently pur­chased their CDs “Hot Fuss” and “Sam’s Town.” And I think I’ve played them, oh, about 20–30 times now. These two CDs are rock­ing! Great music, great lyrics, and yes, great drum­ming, too.

(Ron­nie Van­nucci, Jr. is a pretty solid drum­mer in my books. I’ve always been fas­ci­nated by drum­mers who can whip up a storm on such small kits. Buddy Rich is one of them. Ron­nie is def­i­nitely another.)

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