The 2014 San Diego Comic-Con has come and gone, and in its wake we’re left with a sense of longing, despair, and relief. To those of us lucky enough to attend SDCC we all know what it’s like going through the process of registering a Member ID, checking Comic-Con’s website everyday, and sitting in virtual waiting rooms for hours upon hours in the hopes of getting a ticket to paradise. But we also know the pains of being on our feet for the entire day, of carrying bags filled with free stuff we’re going to throw away after a month because we don’t remember what any of it was to begin with, of smelling other convention goers who skipped taking a shower that morning because they had to be in a panel, and of the dreaded convention flu. Yes, all of these things make the experience of Comic-Con memorable.
But of course, anybody and everybody who attends SDCC is susceptible to what I like to call the “Wrath of Con,” which is just a modified version of Murphy’s Law: anything that can go wrong at a convention, will go wrong at a convention or because of the convention. And when things do go wrong, you’ll look for help from one of the many security guards or volunteers who will promptly tell you to go elsewhere if you need help or ignore you entirely. It’s not their fault of course, they have a lot of things to worry about during the convention. And catering to every whim of every attendee is something they simply cannot do.