pleasure of guilt 0
fall needs to get here. now.
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’9′ sucked. 
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being unemployed, i have copious amounts of time on my hands. i try and channel it into productive activites (jogging, writing, job hunting… you get the picture). but, as one would expect, i have ample down time. in this, i have found that OnDemand is offering the first three seasons of the Showtime original series, Dexter, for the nice price of nothing.
first off, i’m not a tv watcher.i have a small handful of shows that i watch, but i usually catch them when they’re on; no planning around the set.
second off, i’ve seen the first season of Dexter, but that was about two years ago. but i figured i’d give it a rewatch before i caught up.
the dialogue is terrible.
the photography is forgettable.
the direction of the actors is abysmal.
so tell me then: WHY DO I STILL LIKE THIS SHOW?
Michael C. Hall is very talented, as Six Feet Under showed us, but the voice-over he gives throughout the episodes is embarrassingly bad. wincing stuff, sometimes. but i like his character and the fixes he gets into and out of.
every aspect of this show sucks, in my blunt opinion. yet, why am i hooked? it, most likely, is the simple concept of the show: a good serial killer; righting wrongs and defending the weak. but… still. if every aspect of the show is as bad as it is i would’ve normally dumped it by the wayside after the first episode or two.
whatever.
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last weekend i went over to fred’s place with the simple plan of hanging out. we ended up playing through ALL of Rock Band: The Beatles. beginning to The End. fred rocked paul’s bass licks. i was ringo.
i actually do have blisters on my fingers