You might have noticed that lately that you’ve been crying yourself to sleep at night, racking your brain, trying desperately to figure out why it is that in recent weeks your insides have felt like they just watched The Fox and the Hound. Well, I don’t quite know how to break this to you without you getting a little angry-face at us, but here goes: We think it might have had something to do with the lack of scandal we’ve been cranking out. And we’re really sorry. But we have posts coming up this week about a poetic medieval mistress, a syphilitic playwright, and some teacher on student action just in time for back-to-school. So we promise to make it all up to you with a week filled with so much P in so much V, you wont know where to rub yourself.