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SPOILERS!!!

Of course I never watched Alias, how silly of you to ask. It was on at the same time as X-Files, THE GREATEST SHOW EVER ON TELEVISION (until halfway through season 6) so I could not watch Alias, although I had at other times watched other things while taping The X-Files and then watched it at a later date. Which I actually did on a more regular basis as the series dragged on, to the point that I think I (THE HORROR) actually missed watching a couple of episodes. But as I am now slowly working my way through the DVDs with the Husband, introducing him to the EXSQUISITE PAIN AND SUFFERING that was The X-Files, I'll finally get around to watching them. We've just started season 4, back when it KICKED ASS. Ah, Scully's cancer, her lost ova, her dalliance in Philadelphia with the cute guy from Space: Above and Beyond . *Sigh* Those were the days.

But this entry is about Alias, though you'd never know it. My brother, also a huge TV geek, has all of Alias on DVD and demanded that I watch it because YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE MISSING. And of course, I absolutely couldn't start watching in the middle.

In anticipation of my upcoming review of THE CHRONICLES OF RIDDICK--which you know you are totally salivating at the very thought of--I am going to provide you with a review of my first ever published letter to the editor, which appears on Salon.com. It is not the first thing I've written to appear on the Internet (as evidenced by the blog you are now reading, and various and sundry pieces of X-Files fan fiction that you could probably find if you looked hard enough, but which I would advise you not to read because they are all classified "post-episode," which means you probably wouldn't understand what was going on unless you'd seen said episodes. And yes, I've written fan fiction. Can you honestly say you're really surprised?).

So last night after much pleading and cajoling my brother let me borrow season two of ALIAS. If only you could see me rolling my eyes. At least Reporter Boy grew some balls and some sense and is actually keeping a low profile. I'm sensing he's a goner, in part because of his change of heart and in part because he finally shaved. It's not a good sign. Also, Vaughn needs to get laid so he and Sydney can stop spending 15.739% of the show making moonie eyes at one another. This also goes for Jack, who is not making moonie eyes at his ex-dead-wife-spy-woman but instead gazes upon her with a mix of pained heartbreak and constipation. But at least he still kicks some ass. And he actually has a heart to break. And finally Sydney, GET ANOTHER FUCKING JOB AND STOP YER BITCHIN'!!! Geez Louise, "Now I can finally be truthful to you about myself because you were tortured and had your face bashed in and some ribs broken and teeth pulled and I barely saved your life and now you're going to have to pretend to be a drug addict and your life is ruined but at least now I can be honest with you *sniff*." WHATEVER!!!! ARGH!!! And season three doesn't come out until September.

But this isn't why you're here. You want to know about Vin Diesel's rock hard abs.