I know. I promised it to you. But I just haven't got any bile for you today. I'm all sore and logey from the weekend. I'm slammed at work. And I'm saving bile for an upcoming bit of writing that will require something bilious (I am contractually obligated to not reveal to you what that piece of work will be; if I tell you what it is, I will be punished in various ways, like drawing and quartering, forced dating with Ann Coulter, or simply being cast into the tarpits).
But I would be remiss if I did not encourage you to go visit two other very fine sites, linked in the sidebar: Survive This, and What's So Amazing?
These sites, run by the demon offspring of a place long ago and far away, offer the very finest in bilious satire about television programs that I know are watched by each and every one of you who isn't BlackdogRed (who is simply too intelligent for television that doesn't involve non-American football or Canadians named Bruce). In fact, the first now offers a heaping helping of Survivor-related wisdom by my friends TJ and Goth. TJ is an actual journalist, and Goth is an actual English major, so you know this has to be well-conceived, technically solid writing.
I'm off to once again smuggle myself across the Styx and back, but I thought that those of you who are so loyal as to click here once in a while deserved a postcard. Catch you from the next stop.