I've been to 10 ComicCons. My Brother has been to 22? 23? This was his last one, and he say it is possibly his last Con ever. Somewhere in the last ten years Comic Con kicked out the nerdy, dorky, interesting people and invited in the mega money Hollywood and Entertainment people. The "Interesting" people who made ComicCon a place where you went to find a new Penpal, a new gaming buddy, a new foil for your Comic Fan theory? They were all shown the door so that actresses could pretend to be cosplayers because their agents set them up for the gig. Back in the day, I was standing in line for a water fountain and a short, odd-looking guy was behind me. I asked him what he was excited to see, and he replied "my fans." I was all oh, cool, you a writer or artist? He laughed and said, with a chuckle, You are holding my book. Good luck ever having an interaction like that at the shambling zombie corpse that ComicCon has become. And yes, he signed my book for me. It's around here in a box labeled "Never lose or sell this shit."Dear ComicCon, fuck you.