Namaste, everyone.
What you should be reading in this space is a lengthy, typically-rambling column for this week’s episode, “Ab Aeterno.” What you’re reading instead is an apology. I’m unsure how it happened, but at some point between last night and this morning, every word I’ve written about Richard Alpert’s origins has vanished into the e-ther. Gone. Vamoosed. Apperated.
To say that I’m frustrated is an understatement. I’d put a fair amount of time and thought into this one, and I’ve got nothing to show for it. So, I’m going to spend some time this weekend recreating that column for you, rather than slapping something half-hearted up just to say I’ve completed the thing. Were I in your place that’s what I’d want.
I realize that it’s a pain to expect content from a site and have it not appear, but I’m trusting that you’d rather read something substantial over something that’s haphazardly and hurriedly thrown together. So, my sincere apologies. If you’re looking to entertain yourselves in the interim you can always pop over to Back to the Island, where there are a number of interesting conversations going on, or jump onto the message boards, where Chud’s crew of readers and contributers continue to discuss and debate the show.
Thanks for reading, and for your patience.