For the first time in years, I’m not going to Comic-Con. I made my decision almost immediately after last year’s Con, and it wasn’t nearly as hard as I thought to resist the pull of the membership presale earlier this year. Once upon a time, I thought that if I prepared, learned the ropes and the tricks, and just went with the flow of the weekend, I was guaranteed a good time. But I didn’t have a good time last year. It had it’s moments, like cons always do, but the stress outweighed the fun, and what’s the point of that?