Well. We albatrossed up again. (Think cock-up ... only much, much bigger.)

Drew needed the weekend off, and another heinous miscommunication amongst our thoroughly professional and altogether ... uh ... together staff resulted in Saturday and Sunday being left wide open.

And since no one was around to link back to me, let alone assign a topic, I got ... well ... zero letters. Thus, for the third night in a row, you are being deprived of the daily sustenance that is Double Agent. Instead you just get me, abrupt and sniveling, making a bunch of lame-ass excuses, stripped of the usual intelligent discourse into which I occasionally interject "Right on!" and "I agree," and generally feign to be a valuable part of.

So, shrinking from the cold without the shield that is my readership, I shall hurriedly assign a topic for tomorrow, hastening my return to the welcome light of your grace, O steadfast, clever readers - ye who've stayed we GIA bunglers in our darkest hours.

I ask little of you for tomorrow: in the spirit of the holiday at hand, give me your New Year's resolutions for the gaming industry. What do you want to see from them in the year to come?

Other than that, I bid you only to enjoy your New Year's Eve. Have a sip of champagne for the Double Agent. Yes, just a sip will suffice - the way I see it, if the entire DA readership has a sip for me, that's more than enough to get me nicely, well and truly plastered, ya?

Till tomorrow.

-Erin Mehlos