proclaimed "delicious!" by many

I ain't here to talk about New Year's, or to squee about how much I'm enjoying Battlestar Galactica or how much I liked the ten episodes of Odyssey 5 we got. I also ain't here to tell you how projectjulie and I are going to meta ourselves into oblivion and take over the WORLD, because I don't have time.

I am here to do exactly two things, so pay attention.

1) GIP! And for the academics among us, appreciate the genius, babies.

2) runpunkrun and I have been harboring the worst-kept secret in fandom, and it's time to come clean. *I* am Spartacus! *WE* are V. Salmone!

V. is an entirely fictitious fiction writer who lives in the entirely plausible town of Corpus Christi, Texas, who wrote such X-Files hits as The Second-to-Last 7-Eleven (the one with Charlie and the Major Crimes Unit) and How To Fake an Orgasm (the one where Mulder eats yams and his fish have names).

You should visit all our personas here at Punk and Sab's House of Fruit Pies, and you should enjoy this little ditty we wrote in the Bahamas in honor of our coming-out cotillion:

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Thanks for payin' attention! I now return you to your regularly scheduled JJ Abrams recapping.