Right now we have Showtime which is not something I would be willing to pay for but Comcast gave us a month free to apologize for being major idiots. I can never retrace how these kinds of things happen but one night recently I watched the second half of an episode of a show that I never meant to watch. I think it was my lasting love for Julie Benz (all those Angel episodes really imprinted her on my psyche) that made me watch but who knows.
Dexter is one of the weirdest things on TV. I wish I had been a fly on the wall at that show pitch. "Um, yeah, it's a show about a serial killer who only murders other serial killers". Oh, and did I mention that Chris HATES stuff about serial killers? Yeah, I watched this by myself.
So I watched the half ep. It was wicked good. And thanks to the On Demand feature (which I worship, praise Jebus) I went back and watched the first two episodes. Then this weekend, I watched the rest. Yes, I sat at home on a beautiful three-day holiday weekend and watched an entire season of a show about a killer. It was awesome but... now I have no one to discuss it with! The finale was so great and all these things tied back into the whole season. At least with the Lost finale I can talk to pretty much anyone I know about it (an OMIGOD how totally mindblowing was that, by the way?) but I must ponder the wonderful creepiness that is Dexter all by my lonesome. Um, if you have Showtime or when it comes out on DVD, please watch it. I must share this with someone!
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It's in my netflix queue so I will email you with all my questions as soon as it comes out!
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