Carefully Creeping Casey

hello all.
I was bored and I wondered what I should be doing; cleaning, studying, reading things that I should be studying. And then I remembered my blog. My own slice of procrastination. Now that I'm here I might as well tell you about Dexter.

The series on Showtime is much like the novels by Jeff Lindsay. The same monotoned narration by the loveably emotionally stunted Dexter Morgan, the same characters and personalities, the same hot as hell location. The first novel even begins like the pilot. After that the storylines are much different. Rita, Dexter's wounded girlfriend is little more than a coverup, a way of looking normal to the outside world, but he actually becomes very much attatched to her kids. Deborah, Dexter's sister and only person he actually cares about, finds out about his true nature. And Laguerta, a detective who is painfuly attracted to Dexter, dies instead of sergeant Dokes in the first novel. I can assure you that if you enjoy the series the books will do it for you too, especially now that its on hiatus until next year.

More than just a good dose of gore and a solid plot, Dexter speaks to many in its "what if". What if you felt nothing, worse, if the only thing you felt was for death, taking lives? Would suck huh? But the thing that gets me about the idea is that Dexter became a "normal" person, under the hand of Harry, he was taught how to fit into the world and be a part of it. My what if is; what if after Harry died, the lessons ended and he decided against it. Why does he so badly want to be normal? It could be only for survival sake, Harry said that if he wanted to be who he was he had to be someone else. But then again that says alot right there.

Bloody hell I'm tired all of a sudden lol. My thoughts arent really there tonight so I'll pick up on this cloudy issue later on. I'll end on a question for my few readers... who are we when we're not who we are?

love, casey.