Ticketmaster emails me to tell me things like:

Don’t miss Kelly Clarkson!

And I’m left wondering if Ticketmaster actually knows me at all. Although, there was that one time Sir Ticketmaster wrote and said:

Don’t miss Nick Cave!

And I was all, “Holy shit! Nick Cave is playing!?” And I purchased two tickets. Sometimes, the master is dead-on.

(Deep thoughts from an evening mihow.)