bg/ish: "I've got a bad feeling about this."
I've had trouble coming up with catchy titles for these posts as of late. You'll notice this week I haven't come up with anything at all really. Let's call it a practice in simplicity. For some strange reason I meant to explain but really had no explanation for, last week I used a couple of Han Solo quotes that were essentially unrelated to the posts they headed. I'm back to using a Han Solo quote again, only this time, I really do have a bad feeling about something...
Perhaps I should have entitled this post, "What an incredible smell you've discovered!" Ah, let me just get to the point already.
I started work on a post about things I wanted to do this summer (Bay to Breakers, Socialism 2009, Comic-Con 2009) and was gathering up links and info when I came across this information...
...ya that's right. Sold Out.
I'm so confused. I thought it was only April. I thought we were in an economic recession. I thought I wanted to go to Comic-Con this year. Well, not on a Thursday or a Sunday... clearly nobody gives a fuck to go then.
So, it looks like no summer trip to San Diego (German for "a whales vagina") for me, your boy bg. No running wildly through the streets. No casting aside of parking tickets. No leg numbing search for swag. No fanboy gawking at scantily clad womenses. No bus ride tangentialism. No sanskrit. No pigeons. No fajitas. No, none of this, for Comic-Con is sold out. (on the only days that matter)
It's not a stretch to say that I'm offended by this concept of a "sold out" Comic-Con. I'm fucking quite seriously offended. I thought waiting in a twisted, nonsensical line of people that stretched into Tiajuana for 4 hours to get in was pretty much as bad as it could get. That was Chinese Torture #47, until it's recent omission from the list, but at least you got into the filthy Con! Has Comic-Con become too good for walk-ups!?
Ah, but it was only a matter of time! There's been a cloud of smug brewing down there for years! Filthy fucking fanboys! "Damn yous! Goddamn yous all ta hell!"
Not that I'm bitter or anything.
So my apologies ag. Last year I dropped the ball and waited too long. This year the ball was dropped on me.
Meh...
4 comments:
Eh. The dudes in my lab and I got passes and they sold out the next day pretty much. The time between wanting to tell you and actually telling you in time was about 10 minutes, according to my best estimates (Note: I'm very bad at estimating).
Hey man, I'd rather do a DCI trip with you anyways. You know!?
Meh!
DCI! You're not mehing DCI are you? Indiana man! I don't know what country that's in exactly, but it sounds magnificent - full of warm, unracist people! Let's go!
perhaps!
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