Archive for March, 2008

West Hollywood Zombies

Saturday, March 29th, 2008

I hate zombies.

It’s rare you’ll hear me use the word “hate”, but I use it here. I hate zombies.

I don’t like the concept, I don’t like that guttural noise they make, and I certainly don’t like zombie movies.

As a kid, like all kids, I had to watch Thriller, but man. It freaked the beejezus out of me.

I later saw Night of the Living Dead and had nightmares for two weeks. Two weeks!

So working the weekend to get ready for the Beijing Olympic ticket sales, what do I see walking down the street?

Why a pack of 200 zombies.

I don’t know if having a desk with a view of the the Sunset Strip is a good thing, but I do know I need a shotgun.

UPDATE: Explained.

European Ticketing

Wednesday, March 12th, 2008

When I took my first Spanish class in high school, the most interesting bits were the unexpected differences. It was just learning a different set of words for nouns, but nouns had gender? There’s a plural form of “you?” As well as an informal vs formal?

It’s been a similar experience learning how live entertainment & ticketing works throughout the world. Along those lines, a bit ago I set off for a business trip to Germany, Spain, Ireland, and the U.K.

In Germany, it’s fairly common to give someone a set of tickets for a gift. And despite being such a modern country, people don’t like to buy their tickets online. Instead, they’ll visit a ticket shop like Theaterkasse Schumacher.

The agents are friendly & helpful, and have an intimate knowledge of local venues. Tickets are extremely popular as Christmas gifts and around that time of year, lines will often be out door.

In Spain, our first visit was to fnac — similar to an upscale Best Buy in the States. Tickets are sold from a special counter in the lobby, and that Friday afternoon the line ran somewhat deep.

What caught me the most off guard was the popularity of pro wrestling — or as it’s called in Spain “Pressing Catch.”

It’s hugely popular with families and sells out quickly.

I don’t want to go on the cart.

So where are the pics from Ireland & London?

Well, there, my friend, is the rub.

When you read the history books, you get the feeling the Black Death was something in the past, and the plague is gone now. Not so.

I picked up a fairly awful bug. I’d swear it was ebola or bubonic, but my doctor says it’s more likely it’s just the flu.

I really didn’t even get much of a chance to see Barcelona. Instead, any time out of my hotel room was spent at various farmacias, searching for orange juice, and trying to find a store that sold humidifiers — all in a place were I only spoke broken Spanish. There was a lot of “Excuse me, Sir, do you have the machine that puts more moisture in the air?”

So sadly I ended up having to fly back a big early. But there I learned a very valuable life-lesson I’ll share tomorrow.

Lufthansa Airbus wingstrike at Hamburg

Tuesday, March 4th, 2008

When I flew into Hamburg this weekend I knew it was windy.

What I didn’t know was how windy it had been earlier that morning.