Not to be judgmental or anything, but finslippy has added a “donate” button, and I’m like, so out of there. She got tiring after a while anyway. She did say something funny once, but then she said it over and over again, and now she wants to be paid for saying it. Paid for blogging? Come on! And, finslippy, don’t you dare call this moralistic jive! Or actually, go right ahead if it makes you feel better. I won’t be listening.
Where was I? Oh yes. I got season one of Dexter for a solstice present, and I’m half way through, that is, where everyone else was around a year ago — a sort of familiar experience for me only I’m usually more like a decade behind. I only have one thing to say about Dexter: it’s a comic book. I was reading Marvel and DC at the time they decided to “go dark” and get graphic-novelish — around 1980. I can’t pinpoint exactly what it is about Dexter that’s so reminiscent of X-Men and Spiderman in this phase, but it’s more than just the fact that the comics got Jungian, taking up the themes of the evil within, and the hero vs. himself, and the close relationship between the vigilante and the criminal. This is part of it. But there’s also the way they explored these themes, the kind of language they used. Everything said in Dexter appears for me as in a rectangular dialogue box, and it’s like I’ve read it all before.