An Open Letter to Marriott Hotels

07 January, 2009Posted inObservations21 Comments
Dear Marriott, I spend many nights in your hotels on various business trips. Generally, I have a good stay. Your staff is courteous and helpful, the rooms clean. But I do have a few suggestions. English Muffins should generally made from flour, not a high-quality latex rubber. You might want to look into that. Your "Orange Ginger" hand lotion should be renamed "Lemon Pledge" as its scent is a dead ringer for the wood polish Not wishing to repeat a breakfast of latex muffins, this morning I opted for hash brown potatoes. HINT: they need to be cooked before they…

My Crazy Neighbors

30 December, 2008Posted inFreaks, wtf20 Comments
OK, well they;re not direct neighbors. I'm a mile south of them. Every year this couple goes a little overboard with the decorating and packs on the weird—even for Royal Oak. Rather than describe it, I've recorded it on my cell phone so you too can share in our private hell. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P68eP6PkEWQ This display will be up until around May or so, when they get ready for Halloween.

Mr Sensitive? You BET!

23 November, 2008Posted inAnnouncements, Observations, wtf29 Comments

The other day I made a comment to someone that got an unanticipated response (I know, right, me saying something that bothers someone? how … odd).

I suggested that if superpowers were on the bartering table, I would see my way through to selling my soul. I mean, superpowers. Come on. Who wouldn’t want that. Even assuming that I’m not completely serious about bartering an unsubstantial, non-recordable and altogether magical essence for the concrete power to teleport, or shoot laser beams from my eyes, or whatever power I chose, it’s a good topic of conversation. It gets the ball rolling. From there we could have gone with ‘WHat would you sell your soul for’ or ‘What’s the nastiest place you had the sex in?’