Treatment of Webcomics by Convention staff
What happened; Guys who have a hugely popular webcomic spent tons of cash on a big booth at Dragon con. When they got there, the booth was moved to the back of the room and there was a giant column in the middle of it. When they tried to have it changed they apparently were not treated well and even cussed at and in the end, got banned from the con for being calm and reasonable in the face of crappyness.
Yes, this sucks, but I'm still going to go each year. I spent three years sitting on a bench under a staircase selling my books out of a backpack before I could get my foot in the door at Dragon con. I make more at Dcon than I do at San Diego. It is hands down my favorite convention in the world. I've been going since before Devil's Panties was a webcomic. I will probably be going when I have to ban my teenage daughters from going. There are individuals who bust their ass to try and keep people happy at dragon con. The convention security guys work hard and the artist alley organizers do amazing things. I am indebted to both. Personally, I can't speak for the rest. Someone is going to have a crap experience at some point somewhere. There is mind numbing bureaucracy and brain crushing hypocrisy when dealing with getting a table at some conventions. At one show, you have to have had a table there before they'll let you get a table. And there are outright dick heads. This is the price we pay for having to deal with humanity.
Now, unless you've payed for a table that ends up being a three foot coffee table stuffed back in the fire exit behind a glass wall where they're playing Britney Spears karaoke on the other side and the fat kids break the elevator on the three story tall building and they have to call in the fire department who close down your "table" and then you're told to put away all your business cards because some old lady who got into the convention for free and didn't know what it was misread "not satanic porn" and you had to sleep in a van in the parking lot with a drunk guy who's hands wander in his sleep, only THEN can you complain to me about the injustice of conventions, if not, I don't want to hear it.