Category Archives: Musings

An Open Letter to Bob Iger

To: Bob Iger
CEO
The Walt Disney Company

July 12, 2023

Dear Bob:

Allow me to introduce myself. I am a lifelong — literally — Disney fan, bordering on fanatic. She who is my wife and I are a Magic Key holders for Disneyland even though we live several hundred miles away. Despite the distance, we visit Disneyland and Disney California Adventure as often as opportunity permits, usually three or four times a year. We were annual pass holders for many years before that program was discontinued during the COVID panicdemic. We will be married 40 years this October.

I write to you regarding the utter botch job that was yesterday’s online Oogie Boogie Bash ticket sale. For the uninitiated, Oogie Boogie Bash is an after-hours event at Disney California Adventure held on numerous nights during the Halloween season. It features trick-or-treating, assorted Disney characters wandering about, light shows, and if memory serves me right a parade. Plus, of course, special merchandise for the event. After all, this is Disney we’re talking about.

It is worth noting that I work in retail, thus fully understand the frustration of bearing the brunt of a customer’s wrath over situations about which one has no control. It’s not like you personally were responsible for the assorted system and systemic failures that ruined the Oogie Boogie Bash ticket sale experience for so many. However, you are the boss, and the sign on Harry Truman’s desk about the buck stops here applies to you in this matter.

My wife and I have dealt with the continuous price increases for everything involved with the parks. We have dealt with the attendance philosophy of cramming as many people per square inch into the parks as possible. Throughout it all, we have remained loyal and steadfast fans, not begging for special favors but accepting what is and still enjoying the experience. Regrettably, Disney seems intent on making this as challenging to maintain as possible.

We have attended Oogie Boogie Bash several times over the years and enjoyed the experience. Originally we were going to take a pass on attending this year, as the price has risen to the level where the experience, albeit enjoyable, is far lower in value than the cost. However, as mentioned above, our 40th wedding anniversary is coming up. As we were already going to be in Southern California one of the weekends while the event is taking place, we thought we’d splurge a bit as an early anniversary present for ourselves.

Due to this thing commonly referred to as “the job,” which for some strange reason frowns on employees spending time on their phone trying to buy event tickets as opposed to, say, stocking shelves and helping customers, I was unable to attempt either the Magic Keyholder pre-sale or the initial public sale. Based on the nearly innumerable quantity of comments on assorted Facebook pages for and by Magic Keyholders, IT issues at your end rendered these attempts by others as failures.

Having a closing shift yesterday, I figured — erroneously, as it turned out — that between the 9 AM starting time for the queue and my shift beginning at 2 PM, there would be time to buy tickets for the September 24 date, as it was the only date we would be able to attend. I mean, five hours for an automated system, even one with a lengthy history of failure such as the one necessitating halting ticket sales the first day to be resumed yesterday, should easily prove doable, right?

Um, wrong, as the queue closed after eleven hours, with my progress bar never moving past the halfway point. And yes, I tried using other browsers and machines.

I can handle things selling out. It happens. Annoying, but life continues. What goes far beyond annoying is when a multi-billion dollar company cannot figure out how to efficiently run a website that it knows will have heavy traffic yet cannot implement the proper software, server space, and bandwidth to handle the demand of legitimate customers while filtering out bots looking to buy as many tickets as possible strictly for resell. There is no excuse for this level of incompetence and indifference to loyal customers.

I have already detailed these issues directly to Disneyland’s guest relations department, fully aware that all I will garner in return is a generic “we’re sorry — but hey, come spend money on us anyway for all our other Halloween stuff!” Such verbiage ranks alongside what would happen if a customer came into my store — for the record, it is a sporting goods store — looking for a new baseball bat and my replying that we’re all out of them, but you can buy this spiffy new workout ensemble instead. The response would not be positive.

Yesterday and the inevitable generic response to it does not constitute customer service. It is a creator of consumer goods taking its customers for granted and adding a dash of insult along the way. Disney is a luxury, not a necessity, as is evidenced by your recent movies tanking and your streaming service hemorrhaging red ink. Even you have said park attendance and experience is overpriced (https://www.businessinsider.com/disney-ceo-bob-iger-tickets-theme-parks-too-expensive-wsj-2022-11). This is your response? Back-end incompetence and smug indifference?

My wife and I will still joyously celebrate our wedding anniversary … somewhere else that actually wants our money. It will not be with anything Disney-related, and I wouldn’t heavily wager on any further celebrations being with you either. There is much truth in the saying, “Never push a loyal person to the point where they no longer care.” If I am reading the room correctly, my wife and I are far from the only ones who, going forward, will prove this point.

Sincerely,
One Ticked Off Disneyphile

PS: Congratulations on the job extension, I guess.

Elegy for a pastor

Chuck Smith, pastor of Calvary Chapel in Costa Mesa, California and one of the leading figures in the Jesus Movement of the late 1960s and early 1970s, passed away today after a lengthy battle with cancer. He was 86.

To try and explain the impact Chuck Smith had on contemporary American evangelical Christianity, a brief personal illustration. Back in the mid-1970s, in my neck of the woods (San Francisco Bay Area) the reverberations of the Jesus Movement were still being felt in youth culture. It was a heady time, teens and twentysomethings filled with intense love for Jesus and equally intense belief that His return to the earth would be soon and very soon. Wed sit on our bench, located perilously close to the jock bench, in our high school quadrangle with our guitars as we sang and strummed away on our little songs about a great big God. There were all the obligatory teenage angst moments, falling in and out of love at breakneck speed while occasionally musing about what we would do once we were set free from our high school protective cocoon. But we trusted Jesus would take care of that, and besides He would be coming back shortly so why get worked up over a future that would never come to pass?

Being San Francisco Bay Area people, naturally we loathed and looked down on all things Southern California in general and Los Angeles in particular. However, we cut Orange County, south of L.A., a lot of slack. No, not because of Disneyland. It was the home of something we greatly envied, although we were careful to label it anything but envy as of course envy was a sin. This was semantics, though. It was envy.

We envied Orange County for being the home of Chuck Smith.

Where we were, Christian concerts were far and few between. There would be the occasional appearance by Barry McGuire at Mario Murillos monthly Night of Miracles rally in Oakland, but other than that there was precious little. There was no radio to which we could listen; the local stations were all AM dollar a holler junk. But where Chuck Smith was, there were concerts every Saturday night playing our music. There was a radio station, an FM radio station, playing our music. There was a church where we knew wed all be welcome no matter our hair length or dress code. There was a place we knew that if we could only get there we would be blessed beyond words by being at the home base of everything we held dear in our unstoppable zeal. But, we couldnt get there despite whispered conversations about how if we split the gas and had all the boys stay in one hotel room and all the girls in another with no visitations save with the door wide open, maybe we could borrow someones parents van and one day make a pilgrimage to Santa Ana so we could experience in person this magical place from whence came the records on the Maranatha! Music label we eagerly devoured.

Time passed, as it does. Jesus had other plans and didnt come back before the 1980s set in, or any subsequent decade for that matter. Some of us walked away from the faith, disillusioned at the prospect of having to actually live out a normal life with a job and family and everything else that comes with these things. Some of us passed away. But some of us remained, our faith ofttimes battered, bruised and beaten down to the point of near abandonment. Yet we still believed, chuckling over our previous eschatological fixation and learning, as best we could, to be happy with what we had and learning to have faith in Christ alone, not in an image of Him being the ultimate get out of jail card.

This all said, the news of Chuck Smiths passing is not an occasion for nostalgic musing about when we were young, alive, on fire and had all the answers. It is a moment to note all that he accomplished: the artists for whom he provided a platform; the multitude of Calvary Chapels now dotting the globe. His name does not have the recognition factor of other post-WWII American Christianity leaders such as Billy Graham or any given TV evangelist. But today, wherever there is a folk/rock guitar being played and song being sung, and wherever there is a ministry saying come as you are because Jesus loves you and so do we, Chuck Smith is there. And we are all the better for it.

God bless you, Pastor Chuck, now at home in your Fathers arms.