Phew, what a break! What a holiday! Tropical beaches, tan lines, Piña Coladas, topless photo shoots, getting caught in the rain, numerous phone calls from the ghosts of Harry Harrison, Robert Sheckley and Ray Bradbury respectively telling me I’m “the chosen one”, radio ga ga, girls gone wild, drunk wrestling Woody Allen, new pants, surprise winning game of thrones, exotic plant life, hot tubbing with the entire Star Trek: Deep Space Nine cast, buffet of life, declared “BFF” by french comic artist Édika, bikini bonanza, permanently joined the band Electric President, got filthy rich and saw Firefly season 2. Yes! None of that happened – And now I’m back! Cool, huh?