I am sitting at the airport once again. This time I am at Laguardia in New York. I am coming back home after filming an hour of the Maury show. The theme is the hugely popular 'fears and phobias', where people face their fears and then get help. I am the hypnotist that helps people overcome their fears. No idea when it airs, but look for it out shortly. The stories of the people were very compelling. I had a great time and got a chance to help people with their problems. The weather was amazing and I enjoyed strolling through Times Square at night with a milkshake in hand. The taping finished early enough for me to go to the theatre and see Hairspray, which was absolutely delightful. I have found a new favorite New York restaurant - China Grill, where all the food is meant to be shared and tastes out of this world. Entertaining Hypnotist The Incredible BORIS Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device

The show was a blast. Thanks to the staff and cre at Power City Electric and northen Quest casino for a fun experience. This is Sunday. My day has started early with the first flight leaving at 5:35 local time. Nothing out of the ordinary so far. At security, I had to take my shoes off, xrayed the laptop and had a very pleasant lady look through my carry on suitcase. As I write this - am in Seattle just as they are boarding United flight 821 to San Francisco. The captain introduced himself by coming out to the terminal, picked up the microphone with the following words: "I am your captain and I would like to introduce myself as this is my very first flight.....today. Now that I got your attention, I want you to know that I take your security very seriously and to expect a smooth ride. We will be arriving a few minutes early so you will have a little extra time to make your connections." I paraphrase of course, but it was refreshing to hear someone starting out a day with a sm

Well. I didn't actually make anything. - I simply arrived at my destination. It is almost 4 am back home and I just finished checking into my hotel room by the airport (I will be one of the first users of teleportation when they invent it). I love my job. I get paid to travel, the shows are thrown in for free. I found a job that I am passionate about and. am willing to go to any part of the world to do it. Why? Because I take pride in what I do and in the end, the smile is on YOUR face. When I look into the audience, and see the spark in your eyes, that tells me that you forgot all of your troubles at that moment....and I helped you do it. If you stumbled in here not knowing a thing about me, check out the videos on my site. You will see the passion that drives me and why it is so much fun - I get a chance to entertain and introduce people to the wonderful powers of the mind. Motivational Hypnotist The Incredible BORIS . G'night. Boris Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device

Lots of people eating bad food while they travel....that's why they call it windy city (ok....just an attempt at humor not my regular sense though I am tired) I actually got a great sandwich. Having travelled all day, I did not really get a chance to eat much, so I got a delicious ruben sandwich at the Chicago airport deli called Berghoff Cafe outside gate C26. The meat was cooked just right with the juices flowing into the bread that hit just the right spot. Across the way a crowd just cheered as if their favorite player scored a goal. But it was a gate agent announcing a flight that was getting ready to board. Just making an observation - cell phone companies must love bad weather, judging by the multitudes of people talking to their loved ones and making sure their hotel reservations are being kept. My flight is waiting for pilots and flight attendants. Once they get here we should be on our way. Looks like I may still get to my destination (next direct flight to Spokane, WA is

It is now safe to turn the electronic equipment back on as long as the transmitting functions are disabled. We are now at twenty two thousand feet and I want to get a few things off my chest. I will hit send when we land. The de-icing truck is a technological marvel, a futuristic looking machine that is extraordinary. I would describe it as a soupped up fire truck. That's what it looks like. Except that the controls are in the cabin on top of the ladder. The man sits on top and drives the truck from there. From inside the plane it looks like joysticks are the actual controls. The airplane is actually attacked by two similar trucks - one on each side. The liquid sprayed is pinkish-peach and the hose at the end of the arm has a brilliant light that makes it look like a cyclops. We are now in the air. The flight left three hours after it was scheduled to depart. I attempted to talk to the gate agent to see if there was another route I could take, but the weather reeked havoc on most f

That's what they call them - the friendly skies. Today, however they are not so friendly. They dumped a bunch of snow on unsuspecting cities in search of more schedules to mess up. I thought since I have nothing to do but wait, I would document my experience. I am still at the airport in Toronto. The weather improved here, but got worse in Chicagon my first destination. I am hoping to still make my connection. I am on United flight 1111. The captain just finished setting everyone at ease that we will be on our way in just a while, but first we have to be de-iced. If you are not familliar with the term, the plane is sprayed with this pinkish goo (a chemical solution) that melts any watering substance on it as well as prevents future freezing..... Gotta turn off the electronics....talk again soon. Boris Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device

I am attempting something new. Since I spend a lot of time at the airports and have a blackberry, I can put my thoughts down anywhere and then post it to my blog. All it really requires is me thumb-typing my thoughts and send them in the email to an address specified in my blog account. Unfortunately you may have to endure the spelling mistakes my thumbs make and for that I appologize. I am at the airport. My flights are delayed - I have a few extra hours to kill. I am heading to my show a day early so I am not stressed out. This is a connector flight and my connection is delayed as well. I may not arrive at the expected time, but the destination hotel is at the airport, so I will simply need to crawl into bed upon artrival. The weather is trying to give us the last taste of winter on the east coast. I am heading to the west, where they rarely see snow. During winter I like to arrive the night before for my shows so that the people on the other end are not worried and I don't ha