Those of you who are hard-of-hearing will surely lech after Dan's twinky build (and the bulbous posterior of Oskar, his brunette boytoy), but his entire blog schtick is evidently bitching endlessly about the service and comfort of EVERY airline seat he tries. Most bloggers use the time to describe the seat functions, the quality of the meal, the ease of connection, etc. But they do so in a relatively neutral or optimistic tone. They appear to love travel, and will often find great reasons to compliment an airline.
But Dan always locks in on the negative. He always hates the food (because his special-order meals are easy to screw up). He always hates the service (because he's in First Class, dammit). And he always finds the liquor selection in the airport lounge to be lacking (because he's an epic lush). Also, his Valley Boy accent is a thin affectation, and you can hear him drop it sometimes. He's Swedish-American, and grew up in Sweden and NYC. His unique accent comes from nowhere, and is as fake as the worst spewings of Deanna Troi and Edna Turnblad.
What say ye, gentlemen? How should the sexy stews and beer-fart passengers deal with this bellyacher? Stuff him into the overhead locker? Give him a long layover in Charlotte?