Yeah. One of those days. It's hot again. My amazon package still hasn't come (I'm getting antsy about it.) And I'm generally in a wallowing mood. Nothing beats a good long wallow.
I find making icons a relaxing but suitably challenging exercise. No-one expects anything of me, so it doesn't have the same crushing weight as writing, but I still have to navigate through dark and oddly coloured screencaps. My mind is occupied, but I'm not doing much. It's a win/win situation.
I have so much to do in the next few days. Responsibility! Hee!
Oh! Oh! That reminds me.
I was riiiiiiiiight. Go me.
It was so sad. I got teary for Dex, I really did. Sure, Biney was a creepy innocent-murdering psychopath with possible incestuous feelings for Dex, but he also understood what made Dexter the way he was. I really was ambivalent to the fact Dexter killed Brian/Rudy/TheIceTruckKiller. I knew he had to, really... but, awww. It was just unfair. Why can't Dexter have someone understand him?
Dexter really was a brilliant show. Tightly scripted, brilliantly acted (Michael C. Hall should win all kinds of awards - actually, they all should) and beautifully shot. Pure quality, through and through.
And now I have to wait another year for the next series. Damn. On the plus side, I can now listen to the audiobook and/or read the novel.