Regarding Comic Con Reg
Nov. 27th, 2010 08:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
perpetual_motionComic Con registration was supposed to open November 8. In fact, it did open. And then it imploded on itself and died a really terrible death.
"Well, shit," thinks I. "Guess I'll have to wait to get my tickets."
So I wait, and I do it patiently, because, hell, sometimes shit breaks. On November 22, at 6:00 AM, I am out of bed to get my (long-awaited) Comic Con tickets.
The registration implodes on itself, shits all over itself, and dies.
"The fuck," says I. "They had two weeks to fix this."
So, I seethe. Then I go back to bed for a bit. Then I go to class. Then I come home, and Comic Con has put up a notice that "Registration is closed."
"No fucking shit," says I.
Comic Con adds that it is "researching registration options."
"The fuck?" says I. "Shouldn't they have something in place for back up?"
It is now November 27. It has been 5 days. The note from Comic Con has not changed a letter. They are still "researching registration options."
Really, Comic Con? You're researching registration options? You didn't have a goddamned backup plan in case the reg servers crashed? No backup plan at all? Based off, oh, I don't know, experience because--and hell, maybe you haven't heard--the fucking servers crashed last time.
Five days, people. Five days of nothing. After waiting an extra two weeks to buy my damn tickets. There are still plane tickets to buy. And costumes to budget. And a hundred other things I can not do until comic con lets me buy my fucking tickets.
I am, as they say, displeased. I'm gonna go mail a shit in a hat.
"Well, shit," thinks I. "Guess I'll have to wait to get my tickets."
So I wait, and I do it patiently, because, hell, sometimes shit breaks. On November 22, at 6:00 AM, I am out of bed to get my (long-awaited) Comic Con tickets.
The registration implodes on itself, shits all over itself, and dies.
"The fuck," says I. "They had two weeks to fix this."
So, I seethe. Then I go back to bed for a bit. Then I go to class. Then I come home, and Comic Con has put up a notice that "Registration is closed."
"No fucking shit," says I.
Comic Con adds that it is "researching registration options."
"The fuck?" says I. "Shouldn't they have something in place for back up?"
It is now November 27. It has been 5 days. The note from Comic Con has not changed a letter. They are still "researching registration options."
Really, Comic Con? You're researching registration options? You didn't have a goddamned backup plan in case the reg servers crashed? No backup plan at all? Based off, oh, I don't know, experience because--and hell, maybe you haven't heard--the fucking servers crashed last time.
Five days, people. Five days of nothing. After waiting an extra two weeks to buy my damn tickets. There are still plane tickets to buy. And costumes to budget. And a hundred other things I can not do until comic con lets me buy my fucking tickets.
I am, as they say, displeased. I'm gonna go mail a shit in a hat.