We've been gone 2 months but we've aged 30 years. Also we live together now and the world is on fire. Same old same old tbh. Good to be back.

Christmas podcast! Santa is real! I'm Santa! I have been the whole time! I've been sneaking into your house since you were little to leave you stuff! I hear sirens outside!

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You look out your bedroom window, still awake after tossing and turning for hours. As you stare out, into the dark, something briefly flashes across your field of view. After a moment of silence, you hear a low, guttural growl. You pick up the cricket bat you keep next to your dresser, and head to the front door. When you arrive you find the door already open, swinging, creaking in the night wind. Standing there before you is some arcane creature, neither beast nor man. Your eyes almost can't make out the shape of it, for it defies perception and corrupts the mind. You raise the bat.

We're sorry for leaving you alone, the podcast will never do that to you again. The podcast loves you. The podcast loves you like no one else will. Your friends don't love you like the podcast loves you. You should stop talking to your friends and just spend more time with the podcast.

Totally unrelated to the above, I've been watching that show "You" on Netflix.

It's podcast time! Time for podcast! Cast that pod! Dredge the pod from the bottom of the lake! Dive deep and explore an underwater cavern to find the pod. The pod glows with an otherworldly light. You hear a high pitched ringing. Your mother's face flashes before your eyes. You see yourself being born. Are you reborn?

I'm going mad in lockdown.

We're back! Podcast! In spite of lockdown and general grimness, the content fount cannot be plugged.

If you're hot, don't listen to this episode. It's not your place. I am sorry for being discriminatory like this, but it must be done.