Hubba Hubba Ding Ding Ding - wot a weekend.  Rocking Litquake, Northern California Independent Booksellers Association in Oaktown, and Booksmith at the Haight.  I love Booksmith, it’s such a great bookstore, and the Haight is my old stomping ground, when I was first starting as a stand-up and living on Top Ramen, making money as a soccer referee.  Plus everyone is so nice to us there.  AND, you get author trading cards when you do a reading there.  SO now I have two, one solo, and one with me and Arielle.  Thomas Gladysz is so kind and gracious, he’s the guy in charge of events.  And Gary Frank, owner and founder of the joint, actually showed up for the event, which was way cool, the man is a book God, and he gave us massive quotes for Putting Your Passion Into Print.  The only problem was that not enough people showed up.  I am getting very frustrated, I know there are so many writers out there, and people in general for that matter, who wanna get a book published, but i am able to only reach a teeny tiny fraction of them.  It’s maddening frankly.  And I don’t know exactly what to do about it.  If anyone has any ideas, please let me know.  Maybe we’ll go set up a booth on 4th St. in Berkeley and take our act out amongst the people.  On the brighter side, Los Yankees won, with Mariano throwing 2 innings of Sandman, lightsout cutters, so that dream still lives.  On the darker side, Pakistan is suffering again with yet another natural disaster.  Mother Nature is clearly pissed off, and who can blaim her?  On the brighter side, it’s a fucking glorious day.  On the darker side my cousin the convicted rapist is rotting in jail in Florida and the Niners got blown out and away yesterday.  Alex Smith looked like, well, a rookie.  Rookie QBs in the NFL have this funny way of throwing a pass, followed immediate by that OOPS moment, where they recognize just after they’ve thrown it that an impossibly huge, impossibly fast guy is closing from impossibly far away, and is going to intercept their pass, that no one would have touched in college, and he’s going to waltz unmolested into the end zone.  Which is exactly what happened yesterday.  O well.  Tonight we’re doing the last stop on the tour, Berkeley at Cody’s on 4th ST.  I’m happy.