After Dark
January 12, 2007 Posted by Al Castle
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I hate it when I can’t find the music I like, it’s so rare for me to actually remember a song title or band name. I just want the notes. Awhile back I finally got around to searching for some music I’ve been meaning to get. You may recall a moving dance number which occurred on a table top in a Mexican bar. The music playing in this scene is an acoustic number from Tito and Tarantula entitled After Dark.
iTunes doesn’t carry any of their albums or the soundtrack to the movie Dusk Till Dawn. Amazon does, and I’ve come close to buying it, but who wants to wait two days for a CD to come. I want to hear it now.
I’m loath to link to a MySpace page, but I’ve done it once for Lady Gaga and I find this music worthy enough for another bending of the rules. Listen to After Dark here.
Dept of Poopy Heads - Deux
January 12, 2007 Posted by Al Castle
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The day before my trip to Maryland I decided to head on in to the Department of Licensing, since renewing my license online was a joke. It’s completely pouring down rain that day, heavy heavy pummeling your brain rain. I pull up first thing in the morning, have my coffee with me and sprint to the first set of double doors. I see a familiar symbol on the door - No Food or Drink Allowed.
Arrg. I sprint out and put my coffee back in my truck. Sprint back to the doors. I’m drenched.
This time several people are already ahead of me. As I approach the place where you select your doom and grab a number I notice many post it notes and taped on signs. I scan them, and fortunately notice one that reads, “We cannot accept credit or debit cards at this time. Checks or cash only please.”
I haven’t used a checkbook since like ‘92 and I’m not allowed to carry cash. Arrg.
I sprint out to the truck again, to find that my coffee tipped over and spilled it’s precious nectar all over my floor mat. Arrg.
Even without my coffee I realize that the Cost Cutters or whatever the store is next door probably contains an ATM. I drive over, locate it and accept the stupid transaction tax or whatever they call their fee.
Then it’s back to the DOL and getting a number. I’m seriously grumpy.
Finally they call my number, I make with the nice and then explain how I tried to renew online because I received a letter stating I could do so. The public servant tells me, “that thing never really worked I don’t know why they keep sending those letters”. Arrg.
