I'd choose MacGyver over Chuck Norris, even.
I did start writing something on the topic of MacGyver, then realised it was the kind of "blog" entry I'm being asked to produce in my New Media blogging class at uni. I wish I was kidding, but I'm not. My planned first-week-back Uni entry on people scalping Muse tickets has kinda been scuttled by Ticket Direct and the Trusts Stadium making such a royal screw up of things that people are pretty much justified in selling tix on TradeMe, at least for now.

How royally? Well... lets just say at the ultra-super-fan presale, held a few days before the C4 presale, they only had seated tickets available, but the website was kinda messed up and led people to believe they were purchasing GA/"go anywhere" tix. Of course, they didn't announce the mistake, and people who received their tickets by courier early quickly noticed they were seated only, and began selling them on TradeMe. In my research into ways to stop scalping, I spotted this trend, and we soon enquired about the two tickets Tariqa and I had purchased - it turns out they were of the seated variety, which we didn't mean to purchase. Who the hell wants to sit down to watch the best fucking live band in the world? It's not exactly Ryan Adams, now is it?

Ticket Direct said to call the stadium, blaming them. The stadium were ambiguous on whose fault it was, saying something about the wrong floor plan being supplied, etc etc. The first few times they promised to call me back about it went unfulfilled, I even went a little crazy at one girl who said she couldn't find out why our original (incorrect) tickets hadn't turned up because she didn't have access to a computer... Eventually they called back and said the couriers hadn't found Tariqa's workplace, despite the fact they had the address ALL the couriers who pick up and drop off magazines EVERY FUCKING DAY go to...

Apparently we're getting new tickets sent out, ones that allow us to stand. WOOO! Standing. Will they arrive? Who knows. There's a small chance we might be meeting the band after the gig (relative of a friend on road crew, ie a TINY chance) and although the last thing they'd want to hear is how useless their management's selection of ticketing agency is... okay, I'm sure I'll have better things to talk about... I fucking hope...

I have other things noted on my hand to write about, but have to write a review of the new New Pornographers album. I'll Be Back.