Review: My PAX Unplugged illness
An objective look at the viral load I brought home from Philadelphia
They call it Con Crud, a heady cocktail of germs and viruses that convention goers voluntarily wade through for several days. Helped along by sleep deprivation and a poor diet, my body picked up a souvenir from PAX Unplugged last weekend. I spent the better part of 24 hours sweating and shaking the microscopic threat from my body, and now I'm back to review the experience.
PROS:
- It wasn’t COVID
- An excuse to drink NyQuil and sleep like a corpse
- Watched seven hours of Fargo
- Played several more hours of Balatro
CONS:
- Food became The Enemy
- Felt like I was walloped by a runaway semi
- Spent the entire time agonizing over every minute not masked up at the convention
- Going outside was a mistake?
- Airplanes were definitely a mistake
- The third season of Fargo is full of great performances but becomes muddled towards the end before largely sticking the landing
- But that’s most Fargo seasons, huh?
Wait, one more PRO:
- Ray Wise, am I right? What a legend
MORE CONS:
- Searched “why do my kidneys ache?” followed by “are there lymph nodes in the kidneys?” (there are not)
- Rest of body caught up with kidneys
- Balatro is hard :(
- Struck by the sudden realization I forgot to get a flu shot this year
- Called a baby by my spouse for “milking my man flu” (not wrong)
- PAX East, PAX West, PAX South (defunct), PAX Aus, Gen Con, Dragonmeet, Adepticon, Spiel Essen, BBC (not either of the ones you’re thinking of), UKGE, BGGCon, SDCC, MCMCC, uh…fuckin' all the other comic cons
