Wanna Get Ficced?

I posted a couple of days ago that if the Comic Con folks don't have some sort of an update on registration today, I'm not going. Because having to wait two weeks with no updates from them on the matter is bullshit, and I don't want to support them if they're going to have such blatantly poor customer service.

Here is the original notice of registration being closed (highlights are due to getting it from a cache copy of the site:



And here's what's up now:



They say the same thing. Yes, one says it more concisely than the other, but they say the same damned thing If this note had gone up on day two or day three or day four of reg being closed, I'd have been okay, but this is day fourteen. Someone at the Comic Con offices looked at the calendar, went, "Oh, we should tell them something," and decided this was the best option. This tells those of us waiting to register exactly nothing.

And you know what really gets me twitchy about it? People are still going to go. Not just the people who bought tickets before the con ended last year and, therefore, haven't gone through this, but people who have now waited a month to buy their tickets and haven't been able to because the people in charge of reg fucked up, swore they fixed it, and when it fucked up again had no backup plan. These people will still go, because they want to go and have fun and enjoy being nerds, and they're willing to do it even when the people in charge of giving them this chance--people who are supposed to be working hard to give them a good time--shit all over them with bullshit like this.

And, god, what's even worse is if they updated by 6:00 PM (PST), I may be one of them. Because that was the deal I made with myself. I'd give them until 6:00 PM today to give me a real update on reg or I was out. That may be out the door, given this fake update bullshit, but jesus christ, I want to go. And it looks like I'm willing to get jerked around with everyone else.

Comic 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.