And the indomitable warrior returneth. I have a full post on Comic Con, a review on DuckTales: Remastered, and some more analyzing of the Dwemer passage coming up here soon.

I did not come back unscathed, though. In the last few days of my vacation I somehow managed to acquire a severe case of sun poisoning that burned right through 100 spf while I was out surfing. I hadn’t been surfing (or on the beach) in years, but I’m glad to know I can still time a wave. After 28 years I know how to handle sunburns and to apply lotion. I’ve had bad sunburns before, but never that severe, and after only one day. For Talos’s sake, I used to surf in Myrtle Beach, SC! A few hours on the beaches of Orange County and I fry like a fricasseed fish. How the hell do people do it day after day?! It made the train ride north extremely uncomfortable over the 36 hours I was on it. By the time I arrived home, I had thousands of blisters over my shoulders and back, and the next few days after that was spent alternately groaning and screaming whenever one of the cats decided to visit me and sit on my back. I suppose I really should have gone to the hospital, but I’m a stubborn person, and seriously, there was nothing they could have done that couldn’t at home.

The next time I took a shower, it put to shame the Walking Dead night at ComicCon. Cuz, you know, the flesh falling off my back was real.

Anyway, I’m still peeling, still extremely red (why is it not turning to tan?!) and plenty sore, but glad to be back. Stay tuned for more Tales from the Surfing Zombie.