An Embarrassment of Bitches

I'm busy today so I'll make this as short as I can…

A lot of folks write me with their complaints about Comic-Con International.  Contrary to what some think, I am not and have never been an employee or official of Comic-Con.  I'm just a Special Guest who does a lot of panels there.  (I am also, in no conceivable sense, a "founder" of the convention.  I know people who were or are, whichever way you want to put it, and they deserve all the credit.)

Most of the complaints that come my way flow from the fact that for some inexplicable reason, the San Diego Convention Center cannot accommodate an infinite number of attendees and have an infinite number of panels and program items and that everyone who wants a seat can get one.  The convention is also doing a particularly poor job of making certain that you can find every item you seek at a highly affordable price and also book a nearby, inexpensive hotel room.

Why oh why can't it be like Disneyland where it's never crowded, you never have to wait in line and all the food and souvenirs are real cheap?

Lately, people are bitching to me about Hall H — you know, that big room that I've never set foot in nor had anything to do with.  The complaints to me all sound like "They have to do something to ensure that all the stars I want to see there are on that stage and I can always get a good seat without a long wait!"

I absolutely understand the frustrations.  What I don't understand are the denials of reality as to what's possible or fixable.  And I really don't understand thinking that writing to me is going to do anything about those realities.  Anything at all.