And now, to counteract the content of my previous entry, a lighthearted rant about a local hotel:
Most of the buildings in my town are done in a quaint, old-world style with stucco walls where the horizontal and vertical supporting beams are visible on the outside (see examples of this
here).
Most of the buildings have off-white stucco and the beams are painted brown, creating a plain yet contrasting effect. My middle school had pale peach stucco and dull red beams, which were painted white and dark brown years later (making the school look like a box of Oreo cookies, in my opinion), but this paint job was nothing compared to the one recently wrought upon the Holiday Inn on the outskirts of town.
This Holiday Inn is a small but stately hotel looking over a scenic park that used to be white and brown like most of the buildings like it. Apparently, the owners wanted a more eye-catching color scheme, so they painted its stucco yellow and its beams green.
But this wasn't just any yellow and green. The yellow is this cornea-scarring sulfur, and the green is apparently a pale olive, but since it's next to the yellow, it looks downright bilious instead. It's the most unattractive color combination possible. You could stick your finger up your nose and whatever you pulled out would have a more pleasing hue.
Yes, even the colors of Alexander's tunic in KQ6 look better than this hotel's colors. I don't understand why the hotel was painted this way at all.
The colors in no way complement the colors of the blue and orange Holiday Inn logo, and there's nothing largely yellow or green that our town is known for either. Perhaps the color combination is designed to make passing tourists feel nauseated enough to pull their cars over and check into a room. I can't think of any other reason why this has happened.
There was a loud grinding and crashing sound from the wall adjacent to him. Graham turned to see a bookcase being split down the middle as a wooden door appeared in its center. The shelves folded in upon themselves, either crushing books or spilling them out. It was all the pillars framing the bookshelf could do to remain standing as dust and debris rained down. Apparently, since there were no bare walls in the room, the door had materialized in the only possible location - with disastrous results.
Hurriedly, Graham unlocked the door and opened it. Then, with cat and shield firmly grasped in his hands, he bolted through the doorway into the sorcerer's home, just as the pillars gave way and the section of ceiling above them decided to follow suit. Graham quickly slammed the door before the avalanche of stone and mortar could follow him through the passageway between the island and the tower. Once again, he had barely survived a visit to [spoiler]'s fortress, and this time, it was truly empty when he left it.
"My, my, my," came an amused voice from the spiral staircase. "You certainly know how to make an entrance, don't you, Your Majesty?"