I Hate TicketMaster
Hate is a strong word. I dislike a lot of things, but there's very little I actually hate. Here's a quick list:

• The war in Iraq.
• The incredible suffering of people in third-world countries.
• TicketMaster.

Now, I don't mean to make light of the first two, but rather to illustrate just how deeply I hate TicketMaster. This is such an evil organization. Take the Fountain of Wayne tickets I just ordered: At $16 apiece, I thought they were pretty darn reasonable. But then I get to the "convenience charge" of $6.10 per ticket. Well, okay, grumble grumble, they're still a pretty good deal at $22.10 apiece. But wait, there's more: Now TicketMaster wants $18.50 for shipping! Give me a cotton-pickin' break.

This is a family blog, so I can't fully articulate how I feel about this. But I've got two middle fingers fully extended and pointed squarely in TicketMaster's direction. I hate you, TicketMaster. Kindly rot in hell.