As I was perusing the movies and shows available for instant viewing on Netflix, I noticed that the second season of Showtime’s serial-killer drama Dexter had been added. I’d seen the first season and a few episodes of the second with one of my roommates in college, but hadn’t finished it. So I’d been catching up over the last week and ended up spending the better part of my day off today finishing them.
Ok, I also got a haircut, signed an apartment lease, crashed a sale on cleaning supplies at Ace hardware (thanks to a tip from my current roommate), and cooked an egg with onions and mushrooms with my new Calphalon One Infused Anodized frying pan (factory second on sale at the outlet store) and one of the ridiculously sharp knives in the J.A. Henckels set I just received from Amazon (also on sale). And started putting together the website for my video production hobby/business. So my day wasn’t completely spent vegging out in front of my computer screen.
But the reason for this blog post is in fact the show Dexter, and the last line from the awesome season 2 finale. Dexter, an emotionally-deprived police blood splatter expert with a traumatic past who moonlights as a serial criminal-killer, spends a lot of time trying to figure out who he is and whether he is good or evil. His conclusion at the end of the final episode? “Am I evil? Am I good? I’m done asking those questions. I don’t have the answers. Does anyone?”
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