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12.01.06
Anticlimactico
posted by Absinthe | 10:53 AM
Had no trouble at last night’s screening, though the security for some reason stopped wanding people about half a dozen spots ahead of me. Maybe they were just late; I did see someone heading back to their car with a Treo on the way in so obviously someone was claimed by rigamarole at some point in the proceedings. Nobody asked me if I had a phone or a videocamera or a picture of the studio head with a lot of X’s frantically scratched through its eyes. (Yes, no, and no, for the record.)
Somehow even when they’re not fucking with me they’re managing to fuck with me, though.
Me, a week and a half ago: Hey, I’m RSVPing to your screening, I’ll be bringing one guest. (n.b. for readers unfamiliar with the rules at hand here: It’s normal to be able to bring a guest.)
Studio rep: I’m sorry, we are unable to accomodate guests at this screening. Thanks for understanding!
Me: Dammit. Ok.
Me, at the front of the line last night: Hi, I’m (name redacted) with (media outlet redacted).
Cheery person in charge of the list and the tickets: Ok, here you are. Did you have a guest?
Me: DAMMIT.
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