So there’s this guy, Guy Marchand, who recently quit Transat sales in Quebec and is now with Sunwing sales in Quebec. Meantime, there’s this gal, Sylvie Murdock, who worked for Sunwing sales in Quebec and now works for Transat sales…
The U.S. Air Transport Association is remaking its dusty image with a name upgrade. They are now called “Airlines For America.” Alright! Doesn’t that just put the “F” back in Freedom. Not only is it patriotic as heck, the alliteration…
The Brucinator, Defender of inBoxes far & wide, has taken my bull by the horns and stepped into the Stop The Spam Madness ring. In a surprisingly spare statement, ARTA CEO, Bruce Bishins, serves up the ham about spam e-blasts…
Bathroom etiquette is a pet peeve of mine, dahrlings. Ladies, there is a little razor rim along the base of public toilet dispensers all over the world. You pull out what you need and rip along the serrated edge. Pull…
As everyone knows I will fight for Pumpkin rights until my saline leaks (my sphere of influence is in direct proportion with my cleavage) – so a few desperate retailers have turned to me for help in an egregious case…
This just in… On direct orders from the Government of the United States of America… pizza is declared to be a vegetable. This is not a test, Pumpkins. From now on, when Mrs. Jones reaches for a frozen pie…
Apparently a lot. The united nations of Benetton is saving the world once again, dahrlings. They are urging world leaders to kiss and make up under the banner of UnHate – sort of like UnCola but with feeling. And so…
Former Air Transat founder Francois Legault is starting a political party, Pumpkins. And why not? If you can start an airline, you can start anything. Even an organization bent on rooting out corruption in Quebec politics. Good luck with that,…
Today, Pumpkins, we float among the endless possibilities a convergence of ones presents – or elevens. Either way, it’s a singular numerological syncopation of astronomical proportions. Eleven is a Master Number. Living in the bosom of 3 of them, you…
My dear Pumpkins, If I say ‘the world is crazy’ I imagine hearing a collective yawn. “Tell me something we don’t know, oh Goddess of all things real and imagined”. I think we should occupy something. How about…
