My director of events, Stacey Foreman, tells me we have exactly 25 tickets left for the CM Summit in NYC. Now, we are only letting 350 folks in, and we’ve been selling about 20 tickets a day over the past week. So…while I am inclined to push the fire marshal’s tolerance, Stacey is not. If you want a ticket, I’d suggest you go for it asap. I’m really excited not only by the lineup, but by the chance to gather in an intimate environment and really contemplate some of the bigger issues facing the marketing world in the age of conversational media. It’s going to be really, really fun.
So tonight I am talking to my family at the dinner table, preparing for the week ahead. And for the first time, Twitter comes into my family life. We’re flying to New York on Friday, all of us, in advance of the CM Summit. My kids’ school is over Friday, and we’re going to spend the week in NY together (my wife is from there). We’re all excited, and we start talking about what we might do. My son and I, who are hopeless baseball fans, decide to go to a Yankees game on Saturday. I checked the web, and there are not tickets available on the Yankees’ website. So what do I think? I’ll Twitter it, of course! Someone in NY must know how to get tix, right? Perfect?
Except…Twitter is down. AGAIN.
OK. I am very, very tired of the ouroborosphere’s take on Twitter. It’s time for the service to either fish or get off the pot, so to speak. And with $15mm in the door, it’s obvious which way it has to go.