12 hours of flying, 5 minutes of comedy and my ears have not popped yet.

People often say that pornography is not as sexy when they are making it, but is very technical and staged to give the impression that it is the hottest sex ever. Considering that it allows the stars to divert their attention from their past experiences with child abuse I am sure they still enjoy it.

Similarly, I learned that filming a television show is all about illusions, but still a very enjoyable experience. When I got to the CBS studio at about 4 pm on October 2nd in LA (having adequately prepared for my set at a hostel on 106th and Central Park West in front of 12 foreigners the night before) I saw that the guests there were Chi McBride (Boston Public principal) and Teri Polo (Greg Focker’s wife). But they were not going to be on my show. My guests would be there the next day. So what you see on television is actually two or three different audiences made to look as if they are one audience.

I got all the perks, my own dressing room, a green room with cookies, and a tote bag in case I am a 60 year old woman (present for Mom). I sat in the green room eating chocolate chip cookies and drinking water. Then it was my turn to perform. I feel like I did well and was surprised at how un-nervous I was. Unfortunately I never got to meet Craig Ferguson. That is because he had already left when I went on. But he did leave me a card in my dressing room that read: “Welcome J-L. Don’t suck. Love, Craig.” So what you saw on television was fake. He filmed my intro the day I left California. But he did pronounce my name correctly, for which I am very grateful.

The experience was awesome, although very tiring because the Man insisted that I be back Thursday so he could continue to keep me down. And so here I am.