The HST is upon us like a cloud of freshly hatched black flies. We see it, but we are helpless before it — swatting the air like ham-fisted imbeciles. As though that’s going to stop them. And I keep…
Hang on to your gourds, Pumpkins, Google is here. Apparently the search behemoth is about to buy ITA Software – a travel search servicer that is so big, (how big?) they make Softvoyage look like Goldilocks. I’ve been wondering when…
Blame it all on bad women, dahrlings. According to schooled Iranian clerics, loose women are the cause of their recent deadly earthquakes. Apparently God is pissed about hair peeking out from under headscarves (considered a clear sign of promiscuity)…
I remember the great plumes of sweet smoke burning hash made. I, for one, had a little trouble navigating, I can tell you that. But to burn enough of the stuff to ground most of the continent is a bit over…
Apparently, dahrlings, Travel 3.0 (or, as I like to say, Three Point, Oh!) has arrived. Nobody’s coined the term yet, but, trust me, it’s coming. Forrester Research says – you can pretty much say anything if you call yourself that…
I studied in a convent, dahrlings, where I acquired some of my most useful skills. The nuns did their best to teach a bunch of horny hormonal school girls about Jesus, but I must have missed the part where he…
There! Hear it? The sound of the other stiletto falling. Here I was, worried all weekend about how Sunquest was going to lift itself up next winter – and bingo! My inbox tinkled with the jazzy news at 8:45 am…
Did your clients think they were leaving on a jet plane called Skyservice today? Ha! Ha! Not so funny, eh, Pumpkins. For the Titans running this business, there’s no such thing as playing nice. And yesterday, someone released the Kraken.…
All indicators are pointing to “goâ€, Pumpkins. Stores are busy, interest rates and heels are rising, Gregg Saretsky’s talkin’ Delta partnership — all signs the economy is picking up speed. And so should you. I know there are plenty…
Durfy hasn’t even left the building, Pumpkins, and Gregg is stampeding the media like a hungry bull at a flapjack breakfast. Show a little restraint, there fella. At least wait till the job is yours. For the last two…
