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This is their idea of a do not disturb sign. Coolest hotel ever.

Son Dan is attending “ShortFest” The Palm Springs International Film Festival where his The 20 Second Rule movie premieres.  He sends along this picture with the caption above.  He adds the cool hotel is the Ace Hotel Palm Springs

Spelling for a sport drink is optional at a state park in Kentucky. Gatorade^® becomes “Gadorade”.

If you lived in Indianapolis back in the 1980’s and 90’s you may remember the chicken limo.  An enterprising entrepreneur bought a giant fiberglass chicken from an out-of-business chicken shack. He then cut it up and mounted it on an old Cadillac hearse.  Renting it to go bar hopping was popular back then.  Today I ran across this new incarnation of the chicken limo.  Brought back memories of good times and bad hangovers.

Looking thru old pics and came across this whimsical photo taken by son Mark Kremer when he was a 6th grader: http://sk4.us/113 Won an award

Only in L.A. Smart Car, Dumb Ass. Here’s the picture: http://sk4.us/112 Pic from @DBKremer

Scarface was a good, but not great, movie from 1983. Al Pacino starred as a violent Cuban gangster named Tony Montana. The movie has an scene where Tony is attacked by rivals and defends himself with an M-16 and 40mm grenade launcher. As he’s about to blow away his attackers with a grenade he says the iconic line: “Say hello to my little friend!”  Here’s the scene on YouTube.

This afternoon I stopped off at the gas station/convienence store. As I checked out I noticed they were selling Scarface Laser Pointer Keychains. I guess some people will buy it so they can utter their own classic line “Say hello to my little laser pointer keychain!” as they blind their attacker. Somehow it just doesn’t have the same effect.

I’m currently working with artist Steve Worthington.  He sent along a link to his animal sculpture Web site that features the toads battling it out along with other fun sculptures.  The toads are on display in NYC and one guy admiring the toads looks a lot like Tony Soprano.

Your flight is over.  You’ve arrived at your destination. You schlep down the jetway and head toward baggage claim.  Now you not only have to worry about whether the airline lost your luggage…but you also have to pick out your bags mixed in with all the other bags from the flight.  Seems that everyone has bag just like yours:  Medium sized rolling black nylon.

I have one of those plain black bags.  More than once I’ve seen people grab my bag off the carrousel thinking it was theirs.  I put a neon orange address tag on it so I can tell it from the others.  

Today at the TJ Maxx store I saw this Zebra Suitcase.  Ugly as hell…but a really smart idea if you want to make sure your bag definitely stands out from the others. Nobody’s going to pick it up by mistake.  It’s unique and it looks like your headed off to safari in Africa.

“Back when I was much younger and had a lot more hair”. That’s how I usually describe the picture of me above. It’s the picture I’ve used at the top of the various incarnations of my blog since 2001. The story of the picture starts in 1974. I was the photographer of my high school yearbook. The student photos came back from the photographer and I found this extra photo of myself. I took it and put it in my wallet. As the years went by I transfered it from wallet to wallet. It’s in my wallet now…35 years later reminding me of years and hairs lost.

Speeding along westbound I-70 at 75 plus miles an hour on my way home to Indianapolis last night I caught a glimpse of this sign.  I didn’t have a camera, but luckily I was able to find it on Flickr. Of all of the named rivers, streams and creeks in the world it just struck me as unusual that there would be a creek that shall remain nameless.

“Business in the front, party in the back.” That’s the description I’ve heard of this 80’s and 90’s hairstyle called the Mullet.  On the Wikipedia entry it also lists these alternate names:  Ape Drape, Hockey Hair, Forbidden Hair, Achy-Breaky Hair, Norco Neck Warmer.  It’s been years since I have personally seen someone with a Mullet.  But this weekend I had a sighting at a Wendy’s in suburban Cincinnati.  I faked like I was checking e-mail on my iPhone and got this shot.  Party on like it’s 1994!

What’s a teenager to do?  You’ve just finished a hard swim practice. You’re eating a hamburger in the locker room and you have to have to go to the restroom.  Go ahead put your burger in your shoe.  My son Mark is on the high school swim team and took this cell phone pic of the locker next to his.  And yes the owner came back, picked up the burger, and continued his meal.