Last night. Bad Dog. Slightly less than five minutes. No tomatoes or pineapples were injured in the filming of my stand-up debut. I didn't know how to talk into the mic (holy dumb!). I didn't puke. I didn't blank. There was laughter. But I have a lot of bugs to work out.
Guess that energy transfer worked!
More details (and the auction-mandated video clip) soon.