For the past few years, the Lish and I have been discussing and debating what to do about our house. We’ve lived here quite a few years, but over the years certain things have irked us about it. The list is long, from the poor layout of the house, the washer/dryer being in the tiny kitchen, one child having a bedroom with no windows, to other stuff like high taxes and a less than good school district. We considered renovating the house, but that only solved the bedroom problems, and created more in the way of an extra 3k a year in taxes. In the end, we decided that the time had come to sell our house and look to move elsewhere. Now while this may sound like a win overall, it doesn’t come without its share of ‘ugh’.
You see, this is the house we made our HOME. Many years ago, I suffered through a bad anxiety disorder, and we went through some really bad times. It was in this house that I really found my footing. We started our family here, and it’s all the Beast and the Peanutty have ever known. We said hello to another, our Sully man, and goodbye to both Sully and Cosmo. (both are dogs, in case you’re new here). We’ve had epic parties, amazing BBQs, and a shitload of great times. We really made this place our own, and most would agree that our house is very “us”. So many mornings were spent chilling out in the sky chair on the back porch in the summertime, having our coffee, just talking. So many summer days spent in the yard with the kids, hanging out in the kiddie pool. Easter egg hunts. Christmas morning. Birthdays. Joys, and sorrows, celebrations and solemn occasions. We did it all in almost a decade of living here.
For me to say that I’m very sentimental and emotional would be an egregious understatement. I tend to hold onto things and not let them go, many times for purely sentimental reasons. People say that no matter what, you always have the memories. Problem is, my memory has issues, lots of them actually. My long term memory is plagued with vast holes where I can’t remember anything, even if shown pictures or told stories. What makes it easier for me is to physically be in that location. At that moment, the memories flood back to me, and for someone with a problem like that it’s almost like a drug. I get a rush from it. Once we leave, though, I won’t have that opportunity anymore. The wonderful memories will sift through my fingers like so much sand, as if I was a 4th dimensional being, lost forever as they disappear through the cracks in the floor. There is so much I’ll miss, so much I’ll likely never have again, and some things I will lose. Chances are I’ll have to sell off a few of my arcade cabs and pins, hopefully I won’t have to sell all of them. I also highly doubt I’ll find a place with a covered back porch where I can put the sky chair, or a yard with such privacy in such a quiet area.
Sounds like a fuckin’ falcon punch to the feely parts, right? Well don’t worry, there IS a silver lining here. First, we’ll end up in a better school district. We’ll also likely end up paying less in taxes for a slightly larger house. The kids will have a play room with their toys in it, instead of just the one common area in the house where all of everyone’s shit ends up. We won’t have to do the laundry in the fucking kitchen anymore. Peanutty will have WINDOWS in his bedroom, and natural light and stuff. We’ll likely be on a street that actually gets plowed consistently in the winter, instead of me having to do it with my snowblower all the time. Our kids can ride their bikes around the neighborhood and not have to worry about ending up going 100mph down the huge hill we live on, only to crash into the traffic at the cross street. Speaking of which, we won’t have to worry about whether they plowed AND sanded the main road, since it’s so steep that if it wasn’t sanded we’d have to park at the bottom and walk all the way up. We wouldn’t have to worry about the carpenter bees every year, or the odd electrical issues in the house. There really is quite a lot to look forward to. The only problem is keeping that in the forefront of our minds.
When it all comes down to it, we’re grieving in a way. This is the end of an era. We’re leaving a home we love, even though there is so much we dislike about it. It’s still OUR home. We built our lives here together, as a family. The house itself is much like an adopted family member. We poured some of ourselves into making this place our own, making it our family home. When we leave, we leave that part of us behind, buried in the bricks and mortal like a mausoleum for our first true home, one we can no longer visit and pay respects to.
The other side of this is that the true center of our home, the part that makes it truly “home” for us, is us. Wherever we go, we will make it our home. We will move Bag End to a new location under the hill. We will have more epic parties, more joys and sorrows, more milestones, adventures, and life experiences. It’ll always be us, which we’ve seen when we go on vacation. No matter what, where we stay on vacation always ends up feeling like a home to me, and most of what I long to return to isn’t really the house, it’s the dogs and perhaps some of my stuff or routines. When all is said and done, we will make this work, and we will weather this storm and get through it. Hopefully things work out for the better, and we sell quickly. We’re gonna end up in some debt for sure, but we’d have been in just as much debt if we decided to stay and renovate. At least this way we have a chance to take a step in the right direction. Here’s hoping it all works out for the best!
Today, at 12pm Eastern Time, tickets for the NYCC went on sale. We were sure to be online with 2 machines this time, since last year the ticket purchasing process was marred by server queue crashes and session resets. We waited online for almost an hour before we lost our place in line due to this, and the result was that we couldn’t get the multiple day passes like we wanted. This year, we expected that they would’ve addressed the issues and improved the process to prevent this from happening again. Unfortunately, I assumed that they gave a shit. SPOILER ALERT: They absolutely DON’T give a shit whatsoever.
From the get go today, people (myself included) were plagued by issues with the page not loading, or session crashes, resulting in needing to keep hitting refresh for a few minutes until the page finally decided to load. People posted about these issues on the NYCC Facebook page, only to get the generic response of “just refresh the page and you’ll be fine”. No, NYCC, we weren’t fine. We finally got to the ticket selection page, and picked a few 3 day passes for ourselves and a friend. We went through a bunch of bullshit questions and the usual input of info, and clicked complete order. BOOM, “The connection was reset”. Refreshed a few times, and finally it came back, but I was back a few pages and needed to input my info again. Clicked complete order. Connection reset. This happened a few times, until finally I got past that part to the end. Unfortunately, by this point, I only had 23 seconds remaining to fill out my CC info, because Paypal wasn’t working with their servers. This is because the entire time I was getting resets and having to re-enter everything, the fucking clock was still ticking for the reservation!!! Oh, and there were some more bullshit questions on this page too, like “how did you hear of us?”, and “have you attended before?”. So now, by the time it was done, we got the message saying that our reservation timed out, and we lost the tickets. MOTHERFUCKER!!! When it dumped us back to the ticket selection screen, sure enough, the 3 day tickets were sold out and we were boned. We chose to only buy Friday tickets, since after this there was no way in hell I was giving them any more of my money.
Now here’s the thing. You can’t honestly tell me that they don’t have the resources to prevent this from happening. They pull in enough profit to get this shit sorted out, and it’s a comicon, so they have access to plenty of nerds who can properly set this shit up, or at least know of others who can get the job done. Also, they have no response to the people who got screwed out of tickets. I know of one person who posted on their Facebook page that she wanted 2 tickets for Saturday, one for herself and one for her kid, but with all the server fuck ups she ended up with only one ticket, and then it got sold out. No response for her from the NYCC crew. For those who posted about issues with connection resets, the only response was to refresh. If that didn’t work, they just stopped responding. I posted on their page, and they promptly ignored the fuck out of my post, along with most others who had similar issues.
When it all boils down, only one conclusion makes sense. They really don’t give a flying fuck about any of us. As far as they’re concerned, the tickets will sell out whether their servers crap out or not, so why bother investing the time and money to improve anything. With them, it’s only about the money they see raking in. They just hide while people vent their frustrations, and let it subside into the background while they sit and count their money. For me, this will likely be the last year I attend the NYCC. I’ve been at EVERY SINGLE ONE since they started, and supported them over the years, but I’m not gonna keep that up if they stop giving a shit because they don’t need my support anymore. Instead, I’ll stick with smaller venues and events, and to hell with these people. I encourage anyone who reads this to avoid this event like the plague from this point forward. It’s always overcrowded, their organization skills during the even are poor, their ticket purchasing is abysmal, and it’s apparent that they really just don’t give a rat’s ass about anyone in attendance. I’m saddened by all of this, because I’ve always enjoyed attending, but my ethics are important to me, and I refuse to stand behind an organization that has no honor. Sorry, Lance Festerman, but it appears you and your organization have no honor.
Oh, one last thing. All types of passes for this IMMEDIATELY showed up on stubhub following tickets going on sale. It seem that many of the people only bought them to sell them out quickly and resell them at insane prices. This makes our issues trying to legitimately buy tix for ourselves that much worse. It seems the only ones to really benefit from this crap are the resellers and bots….