Tuesday, October 18, 2005

White Sox World Series Tickets

This beer goes out to Ticketmaster.

There is no joy in Whoville.

Ticketmaster: the destroyer of dreams and prince of all that is unholy.

Not only will I not be able to scalp the tickets for an insanely high markup (see Stubhub.com) I will be unable to even attend the game. Damn you Ticketmaster. You truly know how to make trying to buy tickets in the middle of class impossible.

To make the day just that much better, I get to eat my yogurt with a fork. This all can be blamed on ticketmaster...