If you want to get into Hall H and you don’t have a VIP pass, you’ll have to line up under the blazing San Diego sun and just bake. The infamous Comic-Con swelter pit is directly adjacent to the Hall H entrance, or just south of the San Diego Convention Center. Two analogies came to my head: (a) Hebrew slaves waiting for portions of grain and asses milk during a lunch break as they build pharoah’s tomb; and (b) the Chicago stockyards.