I watch Dexter because it is comforting to know that there is another person out there with a brain as screwed up, or more, as mine...even if they are completely fictional. I watch Dexter work and play with others while hiding his huge secret and it reminds me of how I work with people at a place that has absolutely no idea I suffer from depression and maybe something more. It's cathartic, it makes me think, ponder, question...it's therapy in a tv package.
I watch it when it comes out on DVD; I don't get Showtime and I refuse to pay a dime more to Comcast so I can. But occasionally I will head over to the Showtime Dexter site to see what's up.
Hopped over there and saw this:
I don't know who came up with that promo but they need to get an award for it and yesterday. Absolutely brilliant. It makes me wish I came up with something so beautiful. It makes me want to know more about what is going to happen with my favorite (fictional) mind-damaged blood-spatter analyst. It almost makes me reconsider my not-another-dime-to-Comcast decision. Which is exactly what it was designed to do.
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