Sorry I’ve been absent so long. Going to try and bring it for the foreseeable future. Probably. Errr, maybe. Mabes, as they say. And by “they” I mean “me.”

Feel free to celebrate.

Ho, Ho, Holy shit, it’s that time of the year again isn’t it? The time of year when we bare our souls and tell our loved ones how we really feel? Oh, that’s not a tradition? Well, let’s make it one. So let me start by saying: I am a right bastard. It’s true. Every year between November and February I become very anti-social. It’s kind of a self-preservation thing. Hanging out with couples makes me feel like the Grinch hanging out in Who-ville on Christmas morning.

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I’ve known Ben (AKA Salty Ned AKA GentlBen7 AKA Nedriguez AKA Little Bennie Half Ass) for most of my life. In the days before we were totes BFFs Ben was the tall (like, really tall) kid from another school that played on all of our YMCA teams. We didn’t spend much time together outside our crappy, uncoordinated upper-middle class youth teams. And when Ben finally started attending the same school as me (Carmel Middle), we weren’t exactly besties either, although our paths certainly crossed.

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SCIENCE! This is F’ing incredible. Came out a few days ago, but I thought I’d throw this up just in case you missed it. ICP needs to write a “Miracles” follow-up about this. How does it work? Speaking of ICP, that’s a post that might be over due…