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So I’ve started watching the new Showtime show Dexter, starring Michael C. Hall (who I recognized from Six Feet Under). It’s good so far–fascinating in a really creepy way. I also picked up the books that the series is based off of, which I’ll read as soon as I finish my current book. I’m really into TV these days, as evidenced by my growing list of weekly TV watching. I watch it on my own schedule, thanks to technology and the Internet. Dexter is certainly different from the rest of the shows I’m watching–more macabre than Jericho, simply because it’s more about the hidden evil inside people than the widespread terrorist kind of evil.

It’s a morally interesting show, since it’s about a serial killer who only kills bad guys. He apparently has something wrong with him due to something really bad that happened to him at an early age that makes him the way he is, and this is the “outlet” that he and his cop foster father figured out to keep things from getting out of hand. The things that he does are truly horrible, yet he does them to avenge the other truly horrible things that people do. He’s charming and strangely vulnerable, because he basically fakes social skills to get by, and seems to honestly wish that he could feel something for the people in his life that he comes closest to caring about, like his foster sister Deb, and his cheery, damaged girlfriend (played by Julie Benz, who played Darla in Buffy).

I’m interested to see how this show is going to play out. If you have Showtime, I highly recommend checking this out…if you don’t, you can view the first two episodes here. Enjoy, but be warned–the show is pretty graphic when it comes to the dead bodies and the blood.

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I have lived in my apartment for over 5 years now. The walls and ceilings are so thick that I rarely, if ever, hear my neighbors. Hell, most of the time I hardly even see them. But it is 11:59 and one of the fluffy 19-year-old bitches that lives upstairs has bass pumping loud enough to wake the fucking dead. If I can hear it filtering down through the wall, it has to be LOUD. I just turned on the Sirius online radio (oh how I love my Sirius subscription, thanks to a wonderful gift from my wonderful almost-husband) in retaliation, but STILL. It pisses me off.

She’s lucky I could sleep through a war. And have I mentioned that I can’t wait to move in 4 (!!!) months?

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I’m slowly rediscovering my need to put pen to paper. Lately that means I’m taking great pains to make that a rich experience for myself–using nice notebooks, high quality paper, my favorite pen of the moment, listening to a special playlist on the iPod, curling up with my laptop and tapping at the keys. I have a million things to do, it seems…responsibilities at work, preparation for the wedding, getting ready to move in February, plans with friends and family. It feels like I have so little time to actually get the ideas in my head out onto paper or in a notebook or saved on my computer.

I’m trying, though. I’m really trying. This has been a long dry spell.

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