Crap. Stupid cable (my connection was down).
To make up for my absence, I had a Best Show-related dream last night. Not only did I wear several changes of FMU/BS garb that doesn't even exist, but I received in the mail a seven-CD collection featuring a series of calls that took place over the course of who knows how many shows. Woke up before I started to listen to it, though. I wish I could remember who the caller was.
While having a Best Show-flavored dream is a tad sad, it made a pleasant change from the meat that's been haunting my sleep every since I started feeding my beasts raw last week.
P.S. Just completed the archive, so now I know there's to be no show next week. Cripes.