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Ministry of Silly Blogging
lt's not particularly silly, is it? I mean, the right side of the blog isn't silly at all and the left side merely does a forward aerial half turn every alternate post. But I think that with Government backing I could make it very silly.
Hey, it's worth a shot. Isn't it? Worth a shot?
What's to tell, really? I'm a sarcastic Fat Guy with little concern for the feelings of others if it would sacrifice my amusement. I spent most of my life in and around Milwaukee, WI, including my formative years. Went to college in Texas, then moved back north for 15 years before the wife and I packed up our lives to try a new start in Tampa, FL, land of the oversized insects and mutant frogs.
Now we've moved to Ohio, wish us luck! It may not be 'home', but so much closer to the real thing. Is that a hill?
Ecce potestas casei! (Curious? http://tinyurl.com/l4z77u)
The FTC has mandated that we as bloggers must make full disclosure of any compensation we may have received for our past endorsements.
I have received none. Zilch. Bupkus. Not a sausage. But not without trying.
So please, if you'd like to pay me to heartily endorse your product and/or service, just let me know, because I could use the money.
Or a Cadillac. A Cadillac would be nice.
Friday night, I arrived home, late, on my last commercial flight in the forseeable future. We move in ten days, to a place driving-distance from family and friends. No security lines, weight limits, narrow seats or mucus-filled oldsters. As such, this trip made every effort to stick in my mind for a long time. Let's talk about some of the highlights.
I've never had problems with hotel rooms since they started offering non-smoking rooms. However, I managed to wake my first morning with a glorious glowing rash on my chest. I'm quite happy it didn't appear elsewhere, and very happy it went away after a few days, but I don't think they're using enough ammonia and arsenic in their detergent, since I still had skin.
And I know housekeeping is dealt a difficult, thankless task, making the room appear new every day. However, if I take the velour decorative pillow off the bed and hide it in the corner, it is not necessary for you to put it back on the bed every day. If I move the coffee table into the opposite corner, instead of in the middle of my path, it is not necessary to replace it to perfect shin-contusing feng-shui position every day when I go out. And I am eco-conscious. Not always eco-friendly, as evidenced by my rental car, but at least conscious. You do not have to throw away my drinking cup every day and replace it with a new one by the coffee machine, leaving me to realize once the aspirin are dissolving in my mouth that I have to find a new one and extract it from the military-grade plastic bag in which it is contained.
I will say that the desk staff at the hotel are great, and after spending 14 nights there in the last 25 days, they know me by name.
And yes, I had a "grand" time in my g-man car for the week. I'd love to tell you I got some wonderful 7 MPG or something, but since the car didn't have a trip odometer, I can only guess. I still can't get over the size of the trunk on this thing, but while I like lots of storage space, it sours me some when I have to lift it back out, over a two-foot ledge. On the plus side, my car didn't burst into flames on the interstate. The same cannot be said for the pickup truck 1/4 mile ahead of me on said interstate. I've never seen flames shoot from a car, and that they were shooting down and licking up between the cab and bed, where the driver and passenger were unaware of them, only made it more interesting.
I may have mentioned, some time back, that I was felt up by a security guard at the Tampa airport. Hey, my sex appeal knows no bounds. However, as if I didn't already know I needed to lose some weight, I was again given the special privilege of entering the glass box at Akron-Canton Airport, and having my tummy-tum felt up with a little too much excitement by a man with a bad '70's mustache.
At least I didn't get the extra-special double-secret security check in the back room, like the young woman behind me in line. She emerged from security sobbing and red-faced, fumbling for her cell phone, surely to call mommy and daddy. Amateur travelers. Gotta love 'em.
We hit what was the most turbulence I've encountered in 18 years, and I was afraid to even take an in-flight beverage. Because bad things could happen.
I have one more business trip this week, but at least I get to drive my own car. I assume it won't burst into flames. I also assume I won't get felt up. But hey, the week's still young.