San Diego Comic-Con is many things, one might say, if many actually meant the collision of two worlds; the small, intimate world of comic related art and those who relish in it and the massive commercial machine spearheaded by Hollywood and the major toy companies. You’ve probably heard it all before from people like me, or other journalists, who have ventured to San Diego on more than a few occasions – Comic-Con has changed, we say. It used to be better. Maybe so, but the beast that is Comic-Con shows little sign of slowing down, much less shrinking in size. Yet, if you long for the not quite lost days of the intimate experience, they’re there for you to search out. Sure, it might not be front and center on the Con floor. No, that is reserved for Hasbro and the untold legions swarming to grab and re-sell My Little Pony limited edition memorabilia. But the intimate experience is still there, if you know which corners to look in. I arrived in San Diego pretty late in comparison to other years. I didn’t get my badge until about 1:30 or 2:00 pm on Thursday, while many of my colleagues had been here nearly a full day ahead of me. Yet in just a few hours, I managed to experience both faces of the Comic-Con beast.