1. Friday, May 10, 2002

    the LA Times is so bad, i dont even read it in the john, 

    but after my weekly lunch trip to Baja Fresh, i saw today’s calander section right where it belonged: on the soiled floor in the last stall of the men’s room.

    and there on the bottom of the front page was a nice article [password req’d: use laexaminer, password: laexaminer ] about the madness that ensued when those who actually did pay $60 for the right to buy $65 Stones tickets at the Wiltern WERENT ABLE TO BECAUSE THE SAM GOODY SITE CRASHED.

    And then they revealed the truth that even if you did shell out the $60 to Sam Goody there were so few pre-sale tickets alloted to the Sam Goody malarkey that the Wiltern tickets disappeared “almost immediately.”

    meaning, immediately.

    there is one way to piss me off and that is to make it hard for me to see my favorite bands live.

    i live an honest life. i work at an honest job where i do work that helps people. i save up my money so that i can blow it in a few hours, not with a hooker, but listening to the finest music created played by the original artists.

    to have AssholeMaster find more people to gangrape me and then not even deliver on the promises that they made to those who were foolish enough to pay them is completely outrageous.

    Microsoft went through hell to prove that they were not a monopoly, i would do anything, sign anything, PAY anything to make Ticketmaster go through the same shit.

    in this era of computers and printers and etc. i wouldnt even mind if the government had a series of centralized computers RUN BY TEENAGERS that doled out the tickets to these shows for a minimal price.

    why teenagers? because they know how to work fucking computers. why the government? because if im going to be fucked royally i want to know who is doing it to me.

    i dont write any of this so that anyone will feel sorry for me or get me into the show, i’ll get into the show. i write this so i can get this off my chest and so that someone will tell someone in Washington that something is severely fucked with the system when Joe Sixpack cant see the rock band of his choosing after working for the man.

    worried about riots, fuckers? keep making it tougher and tougher for a guy to take his wife and kids to see a sporting event, make it impossible for that guy to take even his mistress to see a rock concert, and watch what happens when that dude has no other way to get his ya ya’s out other than to drink his legally begotten booze, and carry his legally begotten weapon.

    the purpose of the bread and circuses was to distract the prolatariat, not tease them into a frenzy and force him to rebel.