Whatever happened to the days when you could just line up for tickets for things? Then all of us dedicated dudes with nothing better to do could stand by for hours before an event, instead of fighting with who-knows-how-many scalper bots and refresher-button-hitting office workers? From Twitter and our comments section, it sounds like barely anyone got tickets to the big free fest in Prospect Park in May (save for our own Tom Sullivan. Maybe he’ll take you??). The GoogaMooga folks are acknowledging how much of a Kraftwerk-like disaster this thing has been since the free tix became available at noon, and they’re Facebooking: “If you had trouble registering today, we’re doing our best to take care of you! Email us at email@example.com,” but we’re not sure what that means, as most of us landed on the waitlist for the event. Gothamist says the event’s PR team would like to “sincerely apologize” for the fustercluck, and to stay tuned to the website because another allotment of tickets will be released prior to the event. Meanwhile, an Anti-Googamooga twitter account has sprung up, naturally. So did anyone out there actually get through? It’s kinda amazing how entitled people feel to tickets to a free event, huh?
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