Hello, folks, Mark Lisanti here. I've returned from yet another all-too-brief hiatus from the blogging grind. But please don't think that I put aside my responsibilities to go cavorting in some hedonistic paradise where the blow is served in hollowed out coconuts and delivered to your cabana by a volcano-ready virgin. No, this was a working vacation. Unfortunately, a pretty comprehensive nondisclosure agreement prohibits me from divulging the details, but suffice it to say that when Brian Grazer offers you a million dollars to carve his likeness into a pumpkin, you call in sick to the day job and learn to love the feeling of seedy, orange guts running between your fingers.

Another hearty thanks to ursine guest host extraordinaire Seth Abramovitch, whom we understand is already calling in some favors to find out where Survivor's Jeff Probst works out. Once again, we promise to forward on any propositions meant for the guest editor, because at least one of us should be using this blog to get laid.

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