|Summer Fun, Lazy Days.
||[Jul. 17th, 2010|10:53 am]
There have been a lot of hot days this summer. I love central air.
Things have blurred into a general enjoyable summer. Time flies when you're having fun.
I haven't watched much live TV, but I finally delved into the Showtime series "Dexter," and I love it. It easily became one of my most favorite shows of all time. The show will hit its fifth season this fall, and I marathoned the previous four seasons earlier this month. 12 eps per season, four seasons, 48 glorious episodes. There weren't any lulls in the story. Perfecto!
Dexter Morgan (Michael C. Hall) plays a serial killer who hunts other killers. Anyone who has escaped justice tends to fit his hunting interests. His foster father, Harry (James Remar), noticed Dexter's psychopathic tendency at an early age, and to protect him from peril, decided to teach Dexter a set of rules in an attempt to control Dexter's psychosis into a more vigilante-oriented behavior. These rules, called "The Code," or "Harry's Code," are general guidelines on picking victims and avoiding detection. The rules originate from Harry's experience dealing with crime as a detective for the Miami police force. During season one, we find out that Dexter works as a blood spatter analyst for the Miami PD, which furthers his ability to evade detection.
"Dexter" has many indelible characters. I love Dexter's foster sister, Debra (Jenny Carpenter). She's an animated and outgoing tomboy with a tendency to cuss. I fuckin' love her fuckin' swears. Some fans of the show don't like her that much, but I think she's one of the best characters because Dexter ends up spending a lot of time around Deb, considering she also works at Miami PD as an officer and later as a detective. Deb's a polar opposite of Dexter, which is nice because the contrast makes both characters stronger. I also love Angel Batista (David Zayas), a burly teddy bear of a detective who has a good heart and a tendency to be too honest, which gets him into trouble with the women in his life. Dexter spends a lot of time around him, and I'd consider Angel to be one of Dexter's closest friends. I say friends loosely because, after all, Dexter is a cold-blooded killer with very few feelings, but Angel would qualify as such, if Dexter was normal.
I can't wait for season 5. Season 4 upped the crazy ante, and it ended with a hell of a bang.
Best show ever ... or best show, EVER?!?
I had a shit-ton of Microsoft points from Christmas and my B-day back at the beginning of the year. Over 10k worth of points. I bought a bunch of Rock Band tracks when they were on sale back in early July. I have yet to play much Rock Band, though. Heidi and Tom, my usual Rock Band mates, have been busy. I'll probably end up breaking it out at some point this summer, whether I have to play it by myself or not. My mom's birthday, coming up in August, would be a time where everyone gets together, so that might be a good time for it.
I have been doing a ton of gaming on the Xbox 360, but I'll get into that with another post.
A couple weeks ago, I did some cooking, which has been rare for me lately. When I cook, I look for good sauces. I can't help it. I did some penne with ground turkey, and I found this particular pasta sauce at the grocery store. Gia Russa is an expensive bottle of marinara (8 dollars), but it is delicious. Shitty sauces are more watery. Gia's is thicker, and it's a little greasy, and the tomatoes have a sharper taste. You can taste the difference. That fucking website, by the way, is creepy. Check out that child's face. Those fucking eyes! That music! It feels like a M. Night Shyamalan film. Gia Russa is definitely made with the souls of small Italian children.
Man, that kid is creepy.
That's all I got for now. It's been a while since I've written on LiveJournal. I haven't typed anything anywhere else, really, I mean this is the only place I go to write. I really enjoy LJ, it's always here, waiting for me to drop my thoughts.