Good evening, whenever you are.
I am writing to you now from the alternate universe known as MONTREAL.
Montreal is a whole real place, of course. It is not a alt-version of Paris that collided in the multiverse with an alt-version of, well, Toronto.
Montreal has its own real culture and history (and bagels), and they really do speak French here. It is not a joke/juste pour rire.
But when you started yesterday in Maine, and then somehow you spent one night at home, before going to Newark of all places at 4AM to arrive in Montreal by 8AM for a work day that ends at noon, the lines get blurry, and things get weird.
Welcome to Canada. If you want to know qu’est-ce qui se passe, I guess you can find some answers HERE.
But me? I am so so so tired, and I have an early morning, so I am going to take you quickly to the top of the stairs for my SECRET MESSAGE (and reading from Moby Dick).
But first, a public reminder that tickets are on sale for the JUDGE JOHN HODGMAN: ROAD COURT tour right now, and the place to get them is HERE.
I almost uploaded a photo of my passport instead of this poster, because I was just checking in to my flight back to Maine before writing you. I will only have been here for like 33 hours!
But anyway, please come and see us do the show, and tell others about it if you like them. Only people you like please. No foes.