No, I've not gone over the edge.
I've spent the last day watching the first 2 seasons of Dexter. If you haven't seen it, the show boils down to a serial killer who only kills murderers and works for the Miami police hunting down serial killers.
If I had a picture of a nutshell now would be a good time to put it in, maybe if I have time later I'll edit one in.
The main thing that I like about the programme is the remote detatchment that the main character seems to have with human emotions, for instance having to learn to smile for family photos because it isn't normal for children not to. Ah to have such detatchment would make life a lot easier. And boring, dull, lackluster, I don't even know what the last one means but it sounds good.
I don't really dislike feelings, it would be a lot hared to wallow if there were none to wallow in, I guess I would have to wallow in mud. Mmmm, mud.
I've been out walking quite a bit recently. I like walking, the not being watched or judged, the freedom. Also the time can be used for talking to myself, I enjoy doing that, the long rants of many voices spoken at the same pitch which, if done in civilised company would attract nerry a queer look.
I dream of being back at uni a lot, but the people are different, wrong somehow, and the best of my companions at home are also there. It seems as soon as the best part begins someone says "Just as you think all of your dreams have come true, you find out: they haven't." and I wake up in a cold sweat. I wouldn't even bring it up but I'm really short on Ideas to bulk out this blog and the dreams seem so real and I see appirritons from those dreams for hours after I wake up. Just out of the corner of my eye.
Well enough about me time for some comix:
Webcomics are so formulaeic
Thanks for reading this far, I would have gotten bored and looked at por... erm news, yes, news.![]()
Pax
Don












