Friday, May 19, 2006

I hate Ticketmaster. Between all the service fees and the bizarro "don't let them automatically scalp" website they've got set up, I feel zero remorse referring to them as "Ticketbastard" in normal conversation. AND, once you buy a ticket through Ticketbastard, you end up on their spam list. Adding insult to injury, here's the title of the spam I got from them today:

Don't miss Pop-Tarts Presents American Idols Live
Dear Lord, I'd rather gouge out my left eye with the eraser end of my pencil than attend that. Actually, maybe the marketing department at Ticketbastard has a bunch of pencils and people sitting around that I could maybe share my opinion with them directly through the loving touch of a beatdown...