sewing notions.

I have always gently loathed Ticketmaster, but now I am coming to believe that they are evil incarnate. Richella and I are going to see Ani Difranco on Saturday. The venue is near where I live so I stopped by to get tickets. Nope. Gotta buy them through Ticketmaster, and despite having a giant sign at the front of the complex, there is no outlet here. OK, so I buy the tickets online. This costs roughly $14 for all the work they're doing for me (oh wait.) Then I have to choose a delivery method- pick up. For only $3 extra, I get to walk over to Ticketmaster HQ and pick up my own tickets. They are kind enough to let me know that there is no 'additional delivery charge'. Then, I get an email telling me that since I have 'chosen' to use Ticketmaster, I have now consented to them releasing my email to any of their (unnamed) 'supporters'. Oh, and please give them two days to print out the tickets, these things aren't easy you know.
I like the places with those little scrappy rolls of tickets that say 'admit one' and you pay and walk in. But maybe I'm just old fashioned.