1.31.2013
It's a drag to ever be in the position of needing TicketMaster's services, but I found myself there recently. I had to get ticketed for the annual Spring Training trip! Yay!
It seemed that the three transactio s I made went through just fine: I waded through their webstie, got confirmatio email spam and shortly thereafter, got tickets in the mail ... some of them. My "Cubs @ Indians" never made it.
So I waited the requisite 10-12 business days and still no tix. I waited a few more. Nothing. I dreaded what I had to do: Phone TicketMaster customer service. It did not go well. It started off rocky and then got stupid.
The guy got on and asked my name. I told him. He asked my order number. I told him. That info, one would think, would get me through. Nope: He asked the last four digits of the credit card I used. "Why?" I asked. "Isn't an order number unique enough?" He gave some lame reason and I told him.
"I'm sorry, sir, that's not correct."
"What?" I said.
"That's not the number on the card used to purchase the tickets."
"What the Hell? I used ONE card. I made THREE purchases with it, got THREE emails and TWO sets of tickets. How could you have a different number? How could I have the order number and no the name on the order? What's going on here??"
"I don't appreciate your attitude, sir."
"I don't appreciate this mystery, dude."
We went around this for a while and eventually found out that despite me inputting my card number, the system used an old card that hasn't been used in years and actually expires 2/13. In hindsight, it was good to expose this, as I now know to make a payment on that card and delete it from the TicketMaster system.
Okay, I said it got weird. Now that I was "identified," I was able to inquire where in fuck my Cubs @ Indians tickets were. He said they would ship in 10-12 working days. uh huh. I said look at the calendar, ape, it's 17 business days. He mumbled some "oh yeahs" and such and said
Tonight - The Homestead
(special 5th Thursday-of-the-Month gathering!!)
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Thursday, January 24, 2013
It stays crunchy, even in milk.
1.24.2013
My cat, Porkchop, is a big kitty. She's not exactly fat, but she's kinda wide. I asked her vet some time ago what, if anything, I could do beyond feeding her "old folks"-style kibble. She said she had a big kitty too and she feeds her Fancy Feast®. Fair enough. "Sof Food" it is.
Choppy has been on Sof Food for some time now and I've detected her habit of eating: Lick all the goo off the meaty bits and either come back for them later, or let them dry out.
Lately I've wondered if I can just buy cans of goo, as she clearly likes it best. And wouldn't ya know: I went to get food for her and beer for me and lo and behold, Fancy Feast@ Gravy Lovers! Yes, it's lots of goo and only some bits. It's fantastic!
The best part about it is that it doesn't stink as bad as the other stuff.
Tonight - Iron and Gold.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
My cat, Porkchop, is a big kitty. She's not exactly fat, but she's kinda wide. I asked her vet some time ago what, if anything, I could do beyond feeding her "old folks"-style kibble. She said she had a big kitty too and she feeds her Fancy Feast®. Fair enough. "Sof Food" it is.
Choppy has been on Sof Food for some time now and I've detected her habit of eating: Lick all the goo off the meaty bits and either come back for them later, or let them dry out.
Lately I've wondered if I can just buy cans of goo, as she clearly likes it best. And wouldn't ya know: I went to get food for her and beer for me and lo and behold, Fancy Feast@ Gravy Lovers! Yes, it's lots of goo and only some bits. It's fantastic!
The best part about it is that it doesn't stink as bad as the other stuff.
Tonight - Iron and Gold.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Shut up, Eric!!!
1.3.2013
I watched the press conference today, live from Halas Hall, with the newly named Head Coach of the Chicago Bears, Marc Trestman. Of course I watched it on the web. I get a big kick out of having access to things that were well out of reach before the web. It was geeky and the live scroll of comments from even geekier Bears fans than me were funny:
Yes, Coach Trestman was rocking back and forth, really testing the width of the locked-down HD camera. And yes, his hair is really strange-looking. But if he improves my beloved team? He could spin like a Whirling Dervish with a raccoon on his bean for all I care.
The press conference got me wanting to see Bears football again. Now. But they've got a lot of work to do and it's gonna take some time.
And we have a whole (shortened) NHL season to get through first. AND nearly a whole MLB season, plus Spring Training!
Regarding Spring Training, several Lovely List Members and I trek annually to the desert Southwest to attend Cactus League Spring Training games. This year we're going outside our comfort zone and seeing our favorite teams in parks and stadiums other than their home fields, in other words, "on the road."
Even though there's still 60+ days before the trip, we're ticketed and I've noticed something: The ticket prices at stadiums that are NOT the Chicago Cubs' or the (World Champion) SF Giants are DIRT FRIKKIN' CHEAP!! I'm talking 8 bucks, not 24. I'll report back about the beer, hot dog and parking prices in 9 weeks, yo.
Go Cubs!
Tonight - Bloodhound
Cold weather and warm Whiskey!!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
I watched the press conference today, live from Halas Hall, with the newly named Head Coach of the Chicago Bears, Marc Trestman. Of course I watched it on the web. I get a big kick out of having access to things that were well out of reach before the web. It was geeky and the live scroll of comments from even geekier Bears fans than me were funny:
Yes, Coach Trestman was rocking back and forth, really testing the width of the locked-down HD camera. And yes, his hair is really strange-looking. But if he improves my beloved team? He could spin like a Whirling Dervish with a raccoon on his bean for all I care.
The press conference got me wanting to see Bears football again. Now. But they've got a lot of work to do and it's gonna take some time.
And we have a whole (shortened) NHL season to get through first. AND nearly a whole MLB season, plus Spring Training!
Regarding Spring Training, several Lovely List Members and I trek annually to the desert Southwest to attend Cactus League Spring Training games. This year we're going outside our comfort zone and seeing our favorite teams in parks and stadiums other than their home fields, in other words, "on the road."
Even though there's still 60+ days before the trip, we're ticketed and I've noticed something: The ticket prices at stadiums that are NOT the Chicago Cubs' or the (World Champion) SF Giants are DIRT FRIKKIN' CHEAP!! I'm talking 8 bucks, not 24. I'll report back about the beer, hot dog and parking prices in 9 weeks, yo.
Go Cubs!
Tonight - Bloodhound
Cold weather and warm Whiskey!!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, January 10, 2013
911
1.2.2kXIII
Ez and I took his new-to-him bike out for its inaugural ride this morn and they both did great. The bike is a thrift-store gem: It's his size, made of CroMoly steel (solid as Hell), bright red and mostly clean. By mostly clean I mean the gears are bright and shiny and the chain is black, greased and likely new. Its chrome rims, handlebars and cranks have wee-bitty rust spots, but I'll get those out and the $29 bike will be virtually cherry.
So we were touring the neighborhood, like I said, and as we approached a corner, we heard the unmistakable, horrible screeching of a parrot. We found the big, pretty guy up in a eucalyptus tree, and he was squawking like he was lost. Ez asked him, "Are you lost, parrot?"
Parrot said, "Yes."
"Do you want to come home with us and play Avengers?"
"Only if I can be Hawkeye," Parrot said.
"Ok," Ez said.
So Parrot came home with us and as we started to play Avengers, Ez suddenly switched to the 1970s Jack Webb-produced LA County Fire Department Paramedic drama "Emergency!", which we've been watching on Netflix® streaming.
"You're Dr. Brackett, Parrot. You work at Grampart Hospital."
"I'd rather be Dr. Early or Paramedic John "Johnny" Gage," Parrot said.
"No, I'm Johnny," Ez said.
"Okay," Parrot said, "Then I'm Dr. Early."
"Dad?" Ez said.
"Yeah?"
"You're Roy. Okay? You're Roy. You're Roy."
"Yes, I get it, I'm Roy," I said.
Then we played "Emergency!" until we had to leave for the rink.
Tonight - The Elixir
(It'll be cold tonight... cozy up w/ the TNSC)
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Ez and I took his new-to-him bike out for its inaugural ride this morn and they both did great. The bike is a thrift-store gem: It's his size, made of CroMoly steel (solid as Hell), bright red and mostly clean. By mostly clean I mean the gears are bright and shiny and the chain is black, greased and likely new. Its chrome rims, handlebars and cranks have wee-bitty rust spots, but I'll get those out and the $29 bike will be virtually cherry.
So we were touring the neighborhood, like I said, and as we approached a corner, we heard the unmistakable, horrible screeching of a parrot. We found the big, pretty guy up in a eucalyptus tree, and he was squawking like he was lost. Ez asked him, "Are you lost, parrot?"
Parrot said, "Yes."
"Do you want to come home with us and play Avengers?"
"Only if I can be Hawkeye," Parrot said.
"Ok," Ez said.
So Parrot came home with us and as we started to play Avengers, Ez suddenly switched to the 1970s Jack Webb-produced LA County Fire Department Paramedic drama "Emergency!", which we've been watching on Netflix® streaming.
"You're Dr. Brackett, Parrot. You work at Grampart Hospital."
"I'd rather be Dr. Early or Paramedic John "Johnny" Gage," Parrot said.
"No, I'm Johnny," Ez said.
"Okay," Parrot said, "Then I'm Dr. Early."
"Dad?" Ez said.
"Yeah?"
"You're Roy. Okay? You're Roy. You're Roy."
"Yes, I get it, I'm Roy," I said.
Then we played "Emergency!" until we had to leave for the rink.
Tonight - The Elixir
(It'll be cold tonight... cozy up w/ the TNSC)
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, January 03, 2013
1.1.2kXIII
My beloved Chicago Bears are getting a new head coach for Christmas, but they're gonna have to wait for it. It might turn into a Valentine's Day present. Or a President's Day present. Or a St. Patrick's Day present. Or an Easter present.
I just hope it's not an April Fools Day present, if you catch my meaning.
Tonight - Lucky 13.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
My beloved Chicago Bears are getting a new head coach for Christmas, but they're gonna have to wait for it. It might turn into a Valentine's Day present. Or a President's Day present. Or a St. Patrick's Day present. Or an Easter present.
I just hope it's not an April Fools Day present, if you catch my meaning.
Tonight - Lucky 13.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
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