The following Mark's Daily Apple article was written by Marxist and is narrated by Brock Armstrong.

We are family.

Primalcon Oxnard, 2014.

Oh man, what a weekend. It's the Monday after Primalcon, Oxnard, and I'm still trying to process it all.

Let's set the scene for those who don't know.

Mandalay Beach Resort, Oxnard, California, nestled right on the coast between Malibu and Santa Barbara.

This sleepy little resort hovers at a perfect 72 to 75

degrees Fahrenheit through September, even as the inland valleys bake in the lingering summer heat.

Sand dunes shield you from the coastal wind, nights are comfortably cool, the clear blue sea is 66

degrees, refreshing without being uncomfortable.

The resort itself is recently remodeled, fusing luxurious refinement with beach culture.

And of course, our barefoot band of joyful grocks and grocettes took over the place,

earning flabbergasted stairs, which gave way to envy and curiosity.

The event kicked off on Thursday night with a welcome gathering and dinner banquet after a day of

travel. Not that this chatty group needed one, but we did play a fun icebreaker game,

where registrants wrote interesting and unusual facts about themselves on note cards.

Then we had to seek out and find the individuals who made the statements on the card.

Players were instructed to venture away from the primal obvious type answers,

since I love bacon and dark chocolate and I love hiking and Vibram Five Fingers

could literally have been applied to anyone in the room and get a little wild.

Some of my favorites, I won $1,000 in a dirty dancing contest in 1986.

I'm afraid of wet black hair.

...