Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Very nice Liza! Hubba, hubba!
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Hi David , my name is Patrick and I live in Paris. I'm 37 and I'd thank u because you helped me to see the music differently. I'm fan of Duran Duran since 1983 and I hadn't heard music so beautiful and different i'm used to listen before I heard you. It's totally different from electropop but how much wonderful !
Now I'm listening you and an other singer from Doris. I 'd thank this other singer (Paul I think with a beautiful voice too) too but i don't know how i can join him. If you can help me. Thanx again. Hope see you soon in Paris
***That is his main profile photo***
Look out Liza, someone's got a new boyfriend!!
I gave him your address - That's cool, right?
He just needs to (ahem) "join him" real quick like.
PS - It's not totally different from electropop....
You can't beat that with a stick.
Mike and I were discussing the immediate heirs to Prince's legacy - there weren't very many who tried to actually do something with that sound. Then I remembered this 1985 song from Flint, MI boys Ready For The World, which completely cops the beat from the Prince-penned "Glamorous Life", which was a hit the year before for Sheila E.
RFTW went to #1, but Sheila E. & His Royal Badness only got as high as #7...
RFTW - "Oh Sheila"
Sheila E. - "The Glamorous Life"
However, and I know I'm probably late to the game on this one, this individual, this cherub of chuckles, makes me laugh really hard. I don't know how or why, but he KILLS me.
Ladies and Gentleman...Zach Galifianakis
Monday, October 29, 2007
On 10/27/07, the sweet science < email@example.com> wrote:
I stopped in to see if you'd be interested in selling my record on consignment; you took a copy and said you'd listen to it and get back to me. I'm wondering if you've had a chance to check it out yet.... please let me know where we stand when you get a chance.
Thanks for your consideration.
On Oct 28, 2007, at 8:30 PM, Permanent Records wrote:
we did review the cd and we'll take a pass for now.
I've given it some thought, and I've decided you're right. My work has such little value that no one in their right mind would want to listen to it, much less sell it. Forgive me for trying to muddy the pristine atmosphere of your shrine to "good" music with my adolescent fumbling.
I will be committing ritual suicide at the Bottle immediately before the Tim Kinsella show on Thursday. Thanks so much for helping me see the light.
Most sincerely yours,
PS - Please destroy the copy of my record in your possession. I wouldn't want it to get around.
So as a toast to that, I give you Will and Tortoise covering Springsteen's Thunder Road.
True Bruce fans will probably be horrified, but i love this 100%. Tortoise kicks out a big synth jam, and Bonnie's delivery made me (bother to) appreciate the Boss's lyrics fully.
So ... enjoy. Or not.
Bonnie "Prince" Billy & Tortoise Thunder Road
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Tony's costume had been in search of an identity since he left the house. When I saw him, it was Lou Reed and Michael Myers(Slasher, not SNL) that registered.
It was 2 AM at the basement party on Ashland, when the angel landed next to him, white eye lashes askew, looked him over and uttered the phrase
"Black Water Mercenary".
In appreciation, he offered her a favor of her choice in return. She asked if he was holding, but when Tony admitted he was a small time mercenary, she said $40 would do. He said how bout $5 and slipped a fin into her goodies pumpkin before she floated off.
He was just standing in the crowd, by himself.
Bears fans and protest-attendees don't seem to have much overlap (other than my brother, who recognized him.)
Saturday, October 27, 2007
(the best part is in bold)
Lord of the Douches
October 26, 2007 -- The former CEO of the leading supplier of body armor to U.S. soldiers in Iraq was charged yesterday with looting the company to bankroll a lavish lifestyle that included a $10 million bat mitzvah for his daughter.
In addition to the bat mitzvah - which included performances by Aerosmith, 50 Cent, Tom Petty, Kenny G and the Eagles - prosecutors said David Brooks got the firm, DHB Industries, to pay for other goodies.
Among them were a face lift for his ex-wife; vitamins for his stable of 100 horses; pricey vacations; fancy jewels; an armored car; a $194,000 Bentley; and a $100,000 diamond-studded belt buckle.
The elaborate scheme exploded yesterday when federal prosecutors unsealed a 21-count indictment accusing Brooks, 53, of securities fraud, insider trading, tax evasion and obstruction of justice. If convicted, he could spend the rest of his life behind bars.
Sandra Hatfield, 54, the company's former chief operating officer, was hit with similar charges.
Brooks founded DHB, which moved from Westbury, L.I., to Pompano Beach, Fla., last year, and served as its chairman and chief executive officer. He resigned last year as the scandal erupted.
According to the indictment, Brooks lined his pockets by having DHB underwrite his lifestyle and by artificially inflating the value of company stock.
He allegedly reaped $185 million by selling DHB stock when he learned that 6,000 bullet-proof vests the company made were about to be recalled for being faulty and not able to block bullets.
Hatfield, who left the firm in 2005, allegedly made $5 million in the scheme.
Brooks also was accused of evading taxes by giving money to charities he ran.
Brooks made headlines in November 2005, when he rented two floors of the Rainbow Room for the bat mitzvah of his daughter, Elizabeth.
He reportedly sent the company jet to fly Aerosmith in from Pittsburgh, paying them a cool $1 million. In return, they let his nephew play drums.
In honor of the band's appearance, Brooks changed from a black leather suit into a magenta suede biker outfit covered with chains.
The indictment said the body-armor tycoon spent $122,000 of company cash on iPods and digital cameras for his guests. It also revealed he shelled out $20,000 for leather-bound invitations to his son's bar mitzvah in 2000.
Brooks pleaded not guilty at his arraignment in federal court in Central Islip, L.I., and was held without bail pending a hearing Monday.
His lawyer, Paul Shechtman, said Brooks "grew up in Brooklyn and that means he doesn't run away from a fight."
Shechtman asked for bail of a mere $50 million. Prosecutor John Martin asked that no bail be granted, calling Brooks a serious flight risk.
"In my opinion, he will spend the rest of his life in jail," the prosecutor said. "Every couple of months, we uncover new crimes and new frauds he has committed."
Hatfield is expected to be arraigned next week.
The indictment accuses Brooks and Hatfield of falsely inflating the value of the inventory of DHB's top product, the Interceptor vest, to help meet earnings projections.
The scheme boosted the company's stock from $2 a share in early 2003 to nearly $20 a share in late 2004.
Friday, October 26, 2007
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Johnny Wakelin and the Kinshasa Band had a big hit with this timely jam, "Black Superman", which came out right after Ali pounded George Foreman in the blazing Zaire heat in the summer of 1974. I particularly like his rhyme scheme, which in songwriting parlance is known as "nonexistent".
He then milked this idea again with his hit "In Zaire", which did much better than his other single....wait for it....click here.
Johnny Wakelin & The Kinshasa Band - "Black Superman"
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
So, you can see how when I coincidentally finally asked Simo today for the FingerMe Blog URL, I was wigged out to see this: today's post.
Check out Simo's post about The Kinks' "Strangers."
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Hipsters love to talk about Justice - but I don't dig on that shit. You know what I like? This song by "Busy P", the guy who runs their record label, Ed Banger. They're French. Get it? Headbanger? Who's with me? Hello?
Maybe I'm turning gay. I did listen to a whole New Order record yesterday, and I wasn't even in Club Monaco at the time. Wait - the song is called "Rainbow Man"....could it be part of a Homo-Franco agenda to gay up America?
I need to dance fucker. Can't you see?
Busy P - "Rainbow Man"
Monday, October 22, 2007
Critical re-evaluation: This is their best record. Sophisticated take on their punk/dub hybrid, but just before Sting disappeared forever up his own ass (although "Secret Journey" implied the end was near).
Best record cover by far, too.
The Police - "Invisible Sun"
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Friday, October 19, 2007
Nas plans to name his next album of original material Nigger, which is getting him a lot of electronic ink right now. When I first heard about it, I thought it sounded like a lame PR move, but now I think he might be onto something. Check out what he says to mtv.com:
"I'm a street disciple. I'm talking to the streets. Stay out of our business. You ain't got no business worrying about what the word 'nigger' is or acting like you know what my album is about without talking to me. Whether you in the NAACP or you Jesse Jackson. I respect all of them...I just want them to know: Never fall victim to Fox. Never fall victim to the shit they do. What they do is try to hurry up and get you on the phone and try to get you to talk about something you might not know about yet.
"If Cornell West was making an album called Nigger, they would know he's got something intellectual to say. To think I'm gonna say something that's not intellectual is calling me a nigger, and to be called a nigger by Jesse Jackson and the NAACP is counterproductive, counter-revolutionary.
"I wanna make the word easy on muthafuckas' ears. You see how white boys ain't mad at 'cracker' 'cause it don't have the same [sting] as 'nigger'? I want 'nigger' to have less meaning [than] 'cracker.' With all the bullshit that's going on in the world, racism is at its peak. I wanna do the shit that's not being done. I wanna be the artist who ain't out. I wanna make the music I wanna hear.
"We're taking power from the word. No disrespect to none of them who were part of the civil-rights movement, but some of my niggas in the streets don't know who [civil-rights activist] Medgar Evers was. I love Medgar Evers, but some of the niggas in the streets don't know Medgar Evers, they know who Nas is. And to my older people who don't now who Nas is and who don't know what a street disciple is, stay outta this muthafuckin' conversation. We'll talk to you when we're ready. Right now, we're on a whole new movement. We're taking power from that word."
Then again, he still hasn't come close to delivering on the promise of Illmatic.
Nas - "N.Y. State of Mind"
I was flipping channels, and happened across The Decemberists on Austin City Limits. You know what? I fucking hate them. I hate the way they sound. I hate the way they look. I hate the way they act. I hate all of their songs, even "Red Right Ankle", or whatever the fuck that thing is called. Hate Hate Hate Hate Hate.
That will be all.
A few years back, Karen O. and Kool Keith collaborated on the soundtrack to a "porn mashup movie" that was never released. Here's a taste of the soundtrack.
This post is basically an excuse to use the KK alien autopsy photo above. PRICELESS.
Karen O. & Kool Keith - "The Teaser"
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Cell phone numbers going public tomorrow - REMINDER....all cell phone
numbers are being released to telemarketing companies tomorrow and you
will start to receive sale calls. ....YOU WILL BE CHARGED FOR THESE
To prevent this, call the following number from your cell phone:
It is the National DO NOT CALL list. It will only take a minute of your
time. It blocks your number for five (5) years. You must call from the
cell phone number you want to have blocked. You cannot call from a
different phone number. HELP OTHERS BY PASSING THIS ON TO ALL YOUR
FRIENDS. It takes about 20 seconds.
Ben Gordon on trade speculation:
'I just think it's interesting,'' Gordon said of the Bryant speculation. ''If it's true that he's not going to play there, I know teams are going to be out there trying to get him. You just have to be ready for anything. You don't know where a guy like Kobe would end up.''
The song This is the Sound is quite groovy, while Mornin'Run suggests Harry Nillson (if he had zero writing chops) accompanied by a ballpark organist.
Mike Randle's Myspace page
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Of all the enemies to public liberty war is, perhaps, the most to be dreaded, because it comprises and develops the germ of every other. War is the parent of armies; from these proceed debts and taxes; and armies, and debts, and taxes are the known instruments for bringing the many under the domination of the few. In war, too, the discretionary power of the Executive is extended; its influence in dealing out offices, honors, and emoluments is multiplied; and all the means of seducing the minds, are added to those of subduing the force, of the people. . . . [There is also an] inequality of fortunes, and the opportunities of fraud, growing out of a state of war, and . . . degeneracy of manners and of morals. . . . No nation could preserve its freedom in the midst of continual warfare. . . .
4TH President of the United States of America, James Madison
Ellen Fine of Vernon Hills is like many shoppers. She intends to do her holiday shopping early, but ultimately she finds there is no burning reason to get to the mall.
"If I had a penny for every year when I said I'm going to get all my shopping done early when it's still warm out, I'd be a millionaire," said Fine.
Millionaire? Hmm . . . I'm guessing she might have a quarter.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Oh, Jews For Jesus, SHUT IT, you old bag.
Only in America could someone fuck someone else, and then their kids could fuck someone totally different, and so on and so on. God Bless America, land where we fuuuuuck...
I am positive that Lynne and Dick will be over at the Obama's for the holidays. 'Cause like Mrs. C. said on The Daily Show, people from Wyoming respect other people and accept them for who they are and are tolerant of differences of opinion.
Fuck yourself and your Darth Vader husband and your sick idea of America. And of everything else. Take your book tour and your outlook and your husband and die, very very soon.
What am I doing wrong?
Okay, I'm tired of beating around the bush. I'm a beautiful (spectacularly beautiful) 25 year old girl. I'm articulate and classy. I'm not from New York. I'm looking to get married to a guy who makes at
least half a million a year. I know how that sounds, but keep in mind that a million a year is middle class in New York City, so I don't think I'm overreaching at all.
Are there any guys who make 500K or more on this board? Any wives? Could you send me some tips? I dated a businessman who makes average around 200 - 250. But that's where I seem to hit a roadblock. 250,000 won't get me to central park west. I know a woman in my yoga class who was married to an investment banker and lives in Tribeca, and she's not as pretty as I am, nor is she a great genius. So what is she doing right? How do I get to her level?
Here are my questions specifically:
- Where do you single rich men hang out? Give me specifics- bars, restaurants, gyms
-What are you looking for in a mate? Be honest guys, you won't hurt my feelings
-Is there an age range I should be targeting (I'm 25)?
- Why are some of the women living lavish lifestyles on the upper east side so plain? I've seen really 'plain jane' boring types who have nothing to offer married to incredibly wealthy guys. I've seen drop dead gorgeous girls in singles bars in the east village. What's the story there?
- Jobs I should look out for? Everyone knows - lawyer, investment banker, doctor. How much do those guys really make? And where do they hang out? Where do the hedge fund guys hang out?
- How you decide marriage vs. just a girlfriend? I am looking for MARRIAGE ONLY
Please hold your insults - I'm putting myself out there in an honest way. Most beautiful women are superficial; at least I'm being up front about it. I wouldn't be searching for these kind of guys if I wasn't
able to match them - in looks, culture, sophistication, and keeping a nice home and hearth.
* it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
I read your posting with great interest and have thought meaningfully about your dilemma. I offer the following analysis of your predicament. Firstly, I'm not wasting your time, I qualify as a guy who fits your bill; that is I make more than $500K per year. That said here's how I see it.
Your offer, from the prospective of a guy like me, is plain and simple a cr@ppy business deal. Here's why. Cutting through all the B.S., what you suggest is a simple trade: you bring your looks to the party and I bring my money. Fine, simple. But here's the rub, your looks will fade and my money will likely continue into perpetuity...in fact, it is very likely that my income increases but it is an absolute certainty that you won't be getting any more beautiful!
So, in economic terms you are a depreciating asset and I am an earning asset. Not only are you a depreciating asset, your depreciation accelerates! Let me explain, you're 25 now and will likely stay pretty hot for the next 5 years, but less so each year. Then the fade begins in earnest. By 35 stick a fork in you!
So in Wall Street terms, we would call you a trading position, not a buy and hold...hence the rub...marriage. It doesn't make good business sense to "buy you" (which is what you're asking) so I'd rather lease. In case you think I'm being cruel, I would say the following. If my money were to go away, so would you, so when your beauty fades I need an out. It's as simple as that. So a deal that makes sense is dating, not marriage.
Separately, I was taught early in my career about efficient markets. So, I wonder why a girl as "articulate, classy and spectacularly beautiful" as you has been unable to find your sugar daddy. I find it hard to believe that if you are as gorgeous as you say you are that the $500K hasn't found you, if not only for a tryout.
By the way, you could always find a way to make your own money and then we wouldn't need to have this difficult conversation.
With all that said, I must say you're going about it the right way. Classic "pump and dump." I hope this is helpful, and if you want to enter into some sort of lease, let me know.
You know, everyone always thinks about the current, already sainted version of Aretha, in the enormous sequined tent dress, belting out "Nessun Dorma" or "Freeway of Love" or some bullshit. But 20 million sorority hoes singing "Respect" into their hairbrushes could never erase the raw fucking power of the early Aretha, the one who had to play the piano on her own shit to make it sound right. Check out the great compilation "Aretha: The First 12 Sides" to see what I mean. Here's a taste:
Aretha Franklin - "Love Is The Only Thing
Monday, October 15, 2007
From the same SCTV "Lets Make Fun of the Doobie Brothers" episode, Its Tom Munroe sings Petula Clark. Unspeakably Poncy. Take note of the backing track and of course, the backing vocals.
Disclaimer- The Gerry Todd sketch gets a bit brutal after the first number. Although on second thought, Crazy Hy is pretty funny too.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
The New York Times
October 14, 2007
A Mock Columnist, Amok
By MAUREEN DOWD
I was in my office, writing a column on the injustice of relative marginal tax rates for hedge fund managers, when I saw Stephen Colbert on TV.
He was sneering that Times columns make good “kindling.” He was ranting that after you throw away the paper, “it takes over a hundred years for the lies to biodegrade.” He was observing, approvingly, that “Dick Cheney’s fondest pipe dream is driving a bulldozer into The New York Times while drinking crude oil out of Keith Olbermann’s skull.”
I called Colbert with a dare: if he thought it was so easy to be a Times Op-Ed pundit, he should try it. He came right over. In a moment of weakness, I had staged a coup d’moi. I just hope he leaves at some point. He’s typing and drinking and threatening to “shave Paul Krugman with a broken bottle.”
I Am an Op-Ed Columnist (And So Can You!)
By STEPHEN COLBERT
Surprised to see my byline here, aren’t you? I would be too, if I read The New York Times. But I don’t. So I’ll just have to take your word that this was published. Frankly, I prefer emoticons to the written word, and if you disagree :(
I’d like to thank Maureen Dowd for permitting/begging me to write her column today. As I type this, she’s watching from an overstuffed divan, petting her prize Abyssinian and sipping a Dirty Cosmotinijito. Which reminds me: Before I get started, I have to take care of one other bit of business:
Bad things are happening in countries you shouldn’t have to think about. It’s all George Bush’s fault, the vice president is Satan, and God is gay.
There. Now I’ve written Frank Rich’s column too.
So why I am writing Miss Dowd’s column today? Simple. Because I believe the 2008 election, unlike all previous elections, is important. And a lot of Americans feel confused about the current crop of presidential candidates.
For instance, Hillary Clinton. I can’t remember if I’m supposed to be scared of her so Democrats will think they should nominate her when she’s actually easy to beat, or if I’m supposed to be scared of her because she’s legitimately scary.
Or Rudy Giuliani. I can’t remember if I’m supposed to support him because he’s the one who can beat Hillary if she gets nominated, or if I’m supposed to support him because he’s legitimately scary.
And Fred Thompson. In my opinion “Law & Order” never sufficiently explained why the Manhattan D.A. had an accent like an Appalachian catfish wrestler.
Well, suddenly an option is looming on the horizon. And I don’t mean Al Gore (though he’s a world-class loomer). First of all, I don’t think Nobel Prizes should go to people I was seated next to at the Emmys. Second, winning the Nobel Prize does not automatically qualify you to be commander in chief. I think George Bush has proved definitively that to be president, you don’t need to care about science, literature or peace.
While my hat is not presently in the ring, I should also point out that it is not on my head. So where’s that hat? (Hint: John McCain was seen passing one at a gas station to fuel up the Straight Talk Express.)
Others point to my new bestseller, “I Am America (And So Can You!)” noting that many candidates test the waters with a book first. Just look at Barack Obama, John Edwards or O. J. Simpson.
Look at the moral guidance I offer. On faith: “After Jesus was born, the Old Testament basically became a way for Bible publishers to keep their word count up.” On gender: “The sooner we accept the basic differences between men and women, the sooner we can stop arguing about it and start having sex.” On race: “While skin and race are often synonymous, skin cleansing is good, race cleansing is bad.” On the elderly: “They look like lizards.”
Our nation is at a Fork in the Road. Some say we should go Left; some say go Right. I say, “Doesn’t this thing have a reverse gear?” Let’s back this country up to a time before there were forks in the road — or even roads. Or forks, for that matter. I want to return to a simpler America where we ate our meat off the end of a sharpened stick.
Let me regurgitate: I know why you want me to run, and I hear your clamor. I share Americans’ nostalgia for an era when you not only could tell a man by the cut of his jib, but the jib industry hadn’t yet fled to Guangdong. And I don’t intend to tease you for weeks the way Newt Gingrich did, saying that if his supporters raised $30 million, he would run for president. I would run for 15 million. Cash.
Nevertheless, I am not ready to announce yet — even though it’s clear that the voters are desperate for a white, male, middle-aged, Jesus-trumpeting alternative.
What do I offer? Hope for the common man. Because I am not the Anointed or the Inevitable. I am just an Average Joe like you — if you have a TV show.
Friday, October 12, 2007
Thursday, October 11, 2007
I would venture to say that the people who like the "Toy Story" song don't know that Randy also wrote the all-time best song about slave trading.
If you know what's good for you, you'll enjoy this one as well:
Randy Newman - "Last Night I Had A Dream"
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
The recent memo sent to all professors re-iterated this policy and advised us of what to do in case that weapon is not-so-concealed:
Faculty, staff, or students may become aware of the presence of a weapon in their immediate vicinity either by happenstance as when a concealed weapon is momentarily visible or through deliberate action of the possessor. In either event, the advice of law enforcement experts is the same – stay calm and avoid confrontation whenever possible.
Wait for it....
If you are threatened directly or if violence erupts, then
a. STAY CALM
i. take evasive action
ii. do not enter any area without knowing what is there
iii. use self-defense methods only to the extent that you are familiar or comfortable with them
iv. look for the most solid protection available (e.g., prefer solid wood furniture over drywall)
1. Bob Dylan's Greatest Hits
2. Bob Dylan's Greatest Hits #2
3. Bob Dylan - The Collection
4. Bob Dylan - Essential Bob Dylan
5. Bob Dylan Remastered (each album, 2004)
Not to mention the Scorcese Doc, The 30th Anniversary Concert, the Encyclopedia, Volume 1 of his autobiography, and this:
Collectible "Knockin' on Heaven's Door" Mug
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Anyway, he sent me this PERSONALLY, so this is what you should believe about me, Dylan, and Dylan's Greatest Songs. Most importantly, Dylan's Greatest Songs, which are definitely on sale all over the fucking place. And thank Jah for that, because I couldn't find them anywhere before this. I had almost forgotten what his beauuuuuuutiful voice sounded like.
"Lev" the robotic therimin playing Gnarls Barkley, along with his companion, Thumpbot.
I find these two more promising, ultimately, than our country's killer robots, though none is more charming than Jukebot, the home built 8-track robot.
Human musicians, take note.
This absolutely holds up to repeated viewings. Mesmerizing.
Note: Jukebot, I am told, was invented by one John Folaron. Those are window flower boxes for feet, and it's current whereabouts are unknown.
Monday, October 8, 2007
Yesterday reminded me of how much I LOVE the Poster Children. And not just because I've been crushin' on Rose for 20 years. They are a truly original and exciting band, totally without pretension, totally sincere.
The picture above is from their 1989 show at Dreamerz (which is now Nick's). I was there (with KCD, I believe), and scared of the neighborhood. Saw the Jesus Lizard there that year too, but missed shows by Nirvana and Slint (doh!).
Here's a couple of tracks from their debut Flower Plower LP:
Poster Chilidren - "Dangerous Life"
Poster Children - "Wanna"
3300 musicfan-artpatron-goldcoastlady-sneakerkid Chicagoans turned out for the big show yesterday on the MCA plaza, which felt like some kind of street festival prom dance terrareum. Everything went splendidly. Heres some pics
The Poster Children
Saturday, October 6, 2007
Rick Moranis was behind most of the great music parodies on SCTV and in this one episode, The Doobie Brothers and Michael McDonald were the thread that ran through the whole show. Here he nails MM for being the 70's/80's backing vocals whore that he was.
Friday, October 5, 2007
They've started a pilot program for a new service where you won't need quarters for parking meters, and you can add time remotely from your phone. I'm in. Who's with me?
Welcome to ParkMagic Chicago
Paying for on-street parking in Chicago is now as fast and easy as a mobile phone call. After setting up a ParkMagic account and purchasing an in-car-display (ICD) device online, you simply park, call our toll-free number to select a parking zone and deduct time from your account. Within seconds, your dashboard ICD will display your parking start time. It’s that simple.
Additional time can even be added remotely if you need more time and the parking zone allows it.
With ParkMagic, there is no more searching for coins to feed a meter or enduring bad weather while you hike to a pay-and-display machine and back to your vehicle to display your parking receipt.
You can easily access and manage your ParkMagic account online. For added security, your account balance is stored in our secure system, not in your ICD.
Paying for parking in Chicago is simplified with ParkMagic.
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Thursday, October 4, 2007
Negative on that.
As you can see, the Occifer was totally justified in protecting his fellow Nevadans' safety. Oh wait, no one there, just dust and tumbleweeds. "You know why I pulled you over?"
"Uhh, you're bored? Itchy mustache? Pissed about Britney losing the kids and wanna take it out on someone?"
For once, it wasn't me with the convicted lead foot. And while $177 for doing 88 in a 70 zone sucks, it ain't close to the current record $282 I piled up in Connecticut on a legendary Alvy Singers tour, and that was in a cargo van. No zippy red Mustang convertible for me, no sir. We were just thankful it wasn't during our top speed pass...
Don't ever forget: THE HEAT IS ON.