Pink shuttles and red shirts – not the worst things to face off with the first day of the con, but necessary evils. (Now pondering the word ‘necessary’) But at least with the buses, there is the option of walking. With the redshirts waxing tyranical over their little bits of ballroom turf, threatening you with eviction at every turn and shutter click, one wonders that if the powers at Comic Con really wanted their con goodwill and Hollywood marketing heft spread to the world beyond out there on the web, that this form of small tyranies isn’t off-putting and counter-productive. For some redshirts, tiny tyranies may be all they know, that and pointing to the exit that is either the furthest away, through dark tunnels and dank back passages, or blocking off perfectly acceptable exits due to "blockages." Yes, that communist-era word was actually uttered; tree fell over in the woods, I heard it.