One more thing before holiday time...
It is the Eve (technically) of our Tropical holiday. At exactly this time tomorrow (from my perspective anyway), I will both be at Vanessa's place bearly able to sleep from excitement, or we will have just crossed the International Date Line, and I will be heading to the resort for our 1st night. I am pumped! Well, no, actually. Right now I'm yawning my head off, since it is very late, and I should be in bed. I still have a whole 8 hours of work to get through, and that is going to be tough enough.
But I couldn't leave without posting this one last time. I know that whenever I go on holidays the time feels ten times as long as it really is. This will be my longest holiday to date, including all the family things I've ever been on. When I get back I doubt I'll remember where I live. So I have to post this, my last thoughts before I head away.
I've just finished watching Season 1 of Dexter. And, what I said in my last post, it is beautiful. With my intense disgust for anything made from TV, I rarely watch anything at all. But this hooked me right from the very start, and I haven't been able to do anything with spare time except watch it since.
Of course I had to watch the rest of it before I left - otherwise all the gorgeous build up would have been wasted. I would have hated it with nuggets of advertising buried inside it, Dexter's dark trains of thought interrupted with yammering about phone approved personal loans or bright cheery junk food ads. The long seven day gap between episodes would cause the series's sharp tone to fade away, until it becomes nothing more than background noise set against everything else that happens in a week. Just thinking about it makes me realise just how wretched the life of a TV junkie must be. A jewel like this was not meant for the cesspit of commercial television.
I realised a while ago that I would never become a professional writer. I am too flighty, too sheltered, too uncomitted. Too doubting on myself maybe? It is, for me, just a hobby, but I can definately live with that. When I started watching Dexter I was suckered in by the glossy look, the atmosphere, the acting, the music; the glossy paintwork basically.
But once I got into it, it was the story that kept me captivated. Whenever I watch or read something that I really enjoy, my imagination is stoked into a bonfire. I start mentally writing how I would describe things, and how I would change them. I usually steal plot ideas for my novel - like most writers I suppose. So when I watched Dexter that same thing happened. I was writing my own version. I was piecing together the story the way I thought it should go. And Dexter's writer, for the most part, agreed with me. I could glimpse the end before it shone onto my tiny little monitor. I could see how it all plugged together, how the author had moulded it into life. I felt like Dexter in the presence of the Ice Truck Killer's work. I think I enjoyed that as much as anything else.
So Dexter is Dark, Disturbing and Gory. But excellent. Watch it.
I'll post this tomorrow, if when I wake up it isn't complete drivel.
But I couldn't leave without posting this one last time. I know that whenever I go on holidays the time feels ten times as long as it really is. This will be my longest holiday to date, including all the family things I've ever been on. When I get back I doubt I'll remember where I live. So I have to post this, my last thoughts before I head away.
I've just finished watching Season 1 of Dexter. And, what I said in my last post, it is beautiful. With my intense disgust for anything made from TV, I rarely watch anything at all. But this hooked me right from the very start, and I haven't been able to do anything with spare time except watch it since.
Of course I had to watch the rest of it before I left - otherwise all the gorgeous build up would have been wasted. I would have hated it with nuggets of advertising buried inside it, Dexter's dark trains of thought interrupted with yammering about phone approved personal loans or bright cheery junk food ads. The long seven day gap between episodes would cause the series's sharp tone to fade away, until it becomes nothing more than background noise set against everything else that happens in a week. Just thinking about it makes me realise just how wretched the life of a TV junkie must be. A jewel like this was not meant for the cesspit of commercial television.
I realised a while ago that I would never become a professional writer. I am too flighty, too sheltered, too uncomitted. Too doubting on myself maybe? It is, for me, just a hobby, but I can definately live with that. When I started watching Dexter I was suckered in by the glossy look, the atmosphere, the acting, the music; the glossy paintwork basically.
But once I got into it, it was the story that kept me captivated. Whenever I watch or read something that I really enjoy, my imagination is stoked into a bonfire. I start mentally writing how I would describe things, and how I would change them. I usually steal plot ideas for my novel - like most writers I suppose. So when I watched Dexter that same thing happened. I was writing my own version. I was piecing together the story the way I thought it should go. And Dexter's writer, for the most part, agreed with me. I could glimpse the end before it shone onto my tiny little monitor. I could see how it all plugged together, how the author had moulded it into life. I felt like Dexter in the presence of the Ice Truck Killer's work. I think I enjoyed that as much as anything else.
So Dexter is Dark, Disturbing and Gory. But excellent. Watch it.
I'll post this tomorrow, if when I wake up it isn't complete drivel.