Cheese, if you ever disrespect her again like that, I'm gonna pull your fuckin' card, okay?

I don't have much to say today. But I enjoy writing this bloggestat (I think I'll start calling this a bloggestat, just for fun) so I thought I'd drop by and see what comes out. So...I netflixed season one of Dexter and I watched the pilot last night. I love Michael C. Hall. He's snazzy and a great actor. I thought the pilot was really strong. In fact, when I was done watching it, as I went over to my DVD player and ejected the disc, I thought, what a strong pilot. Back in the day, pilots used to be kind of iffy and that was ok (check out the Seinfeld pilot). Nowadays though, the pilot of a show is expected to be representative of what viewers will see if they tune in each week. I guess that's fair. But Dexter is a disturbing show. I know that Dexter kills people who deserve to be killed, but I couldn't help but feel for them once they got all wrapped up in plastic and strapped to a metal table in the middle of an empty old shed or an abandoned warehouse. Maybe it's because I didn't get to see the so-called "bad people" do their killing/raping/abusing. I have to see it to know that they deserve to die. Plus, Dexter is so emotionless. It's scary. Even though he uses his powers for good, it's still killing. Hmmm. It's a real ethical pickle. Anyway, I had bad dreams last night. I dreamt that I was at this woman's house and she was begging Dexter not to kill her. I convinced Dexter not to kill her, but then I kept thinking, if I was that woman I wouldn't be able to sleep at night. I'd just be waiting for the moment when Dexter was going to show up and wrap me in plastic and then knife me. So what kind of life is that? That's no life. No life at all.