DEXTER SEASON SEVEN

I just finished season seven of Dexter (cause again, I wait till I can just buy the DVD) and remembered that I used to post a review or rundown of each of the seasons and how the show continues to get worse.

Because it has, let's be honest.

However, I found season seven to be better than the last few and that was surprising. Except for the finale which was hot shit on a stick, but this show has a history of silly season finales so I'll let that slide.

I've had a problem mainly how the character has changed so dramatically from the first season, which I guess is normal and expected, but we're talking about a serial killer here, who used to talk about how hard it is to ACT normal because he isn't normal.

But then he changed into a person who is pretty much normal but also kills people, you know? there's a difference there and I never really cared for that.

This season had some guest characters that were probably my favorites though. Especially Hannah McKay, the murderer Dexter eventually falls in love with played by Yvonne "holy fuck am I breathtaking and awesome" Strahovski.

The whole falling in love thing should be groan worthy, and almost is, except her character was so compelling to me, as was the way the whole thing developed...that I have to admit, it worked and I liked it.

And I don't think I've liked any of his other lady helper friends he lets get close to him, either. Always felt sort of silly to me, but here, it felt more natural or something. SOMEHOW.

That is until the writers seemed to find it necessary to rush it to a sort of silly end (or IS IT THE END?!)

It isn't. Obviously, and I hope she returns for the next season.

Then there was the guy played by Ray "holy fuck am I a badass no matter what role I'm in" Stevenson

who I thought was a pretty great bad guy with his own problems, and how that entire thing unfolds was also more well done than I expected.

Speaking of the next season I'm legitimately glad it will be the final one. I don't know how anyone can be sad about that. The show has shown signs of immense fatigue and staleness at times, so much so that I almost gave up on it, so at least they are finally just ending it.

I'd call it a "mercy killing" but like I said, this season at least offered up some thrills and shit finally got real for our boy Dexter.

Him and Debra sharing his secret finally added to that, but at the same time felt, again, a little rushed, or something. I can't explain it. 

I feel like the show had better end with him dying or getting caught and if it doesn't, then fuck these writers.

I have predictions on what I think will happen though, and it isn't really any of those things. We shall see!

Outrun

This is a hell of an album.

I dig the 80's synth sound. It's the most pleasing thing to my ears in the entire world. I've been tracking down music that fills that NEED. This one is full of it, and in fact, built all around it. there's a story throughout the album (and the EP's that came before it) about this dude from 1986 crashing his car and dying and becoming a zombie or something.

I dunno, it's some weird french shit, eh?

but I dig it very much and have been waiting for the full album to get released for a long ass time. It finally came out last week and has been getting played constantly by yours truly.

I guess if you don't care for electronic music in any capacity, it might not jive with you, but again, that sound is just so awesome to me that I don't really care what you think!

I'm not sure I can nail down a favorite on the album but I love the shit out of these two tracks:



(this one comes with bonus awesome ridiculous video):


and if you saw the movie DRIVE, you certainly remember this one for making the opening credits the greatest thing ever:



Anyway, that's it. I like it.

See you in another few months!

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I remember when checking the blogs of friends (you know who you are) was a thing I did daily. that seems to have changed. Probably around the time I stopped updating mine.

Why, I have no idea.

I guess this is more of a test than anything.

I'm curious if anyone will see this.

I have nothing to say really.

Something that has been bothering me lately is depression. Or something like it.

I'd never be so bold as to diagnose myself, but I've talked a bit before about how I get to feeling during the winter months.

Call it seasonal affective disorder or whatever you like. It feels very real to me and leads to myself feeling more cut off from everything and everyone than usual.

I start to think about it and it makes things worse.

I don't like it. it's like a 4-5 month long funk/rut that I just sort of...sleepwalk through.

So I guess I look forward to summer for more reasons than just warm weather.

Ok.

See ya.

holy shit. Oh fuck.

So I just watched 2+ hours of live coverage of Red Bull Stratos, which I've been following and anticipating for...years? in which Felix Baumgartner jumped from a capsule attached to a huge helium balloon from 39 KILOMETERS in the sky.

THIRTY NINE.

They broadcast the entire thing from the launch and ascent to the jump and fall and I am not exaggerating when I say it is perhaps the coolest most amazing and seriously intense thing I've ever seen.

Two hours of ascending might have been boring to some people but I had goosebumps the entire time. The views from the capsule as it climbed that showed the curvature of the earth were awe inspiring to the point that it makes me tear up.

So, the long buildup mixed with talk about how the heater on his visor was malfunctioning was giving me fits of anxiety and fear, like it would all be for nothing, or end badly.

When he confirmed he was gonna make the jump I cheered.

Going through the long checklist before the jump added even more tension. I was shaking. I cannot tell you why I was so emotionally invested in it. I just was.

and then the capsule pressure lowers enough for this to finally happen and I GASP and nearly piss myself:

 It's like something out of a science fiction movie but a million times more amazing because this is real and I am watching it and this guy is insane.

Just imagine the feeling.

Then he sticks his legs over the edge, pulls himself up, does a few more items from the checklist and then:

 I burst into tears. I shit you not. I can't believe it what I am watching.

They track him with infrared cameras as he reaches 1137 km/h (unconfirmed as of right now) in a free fall and starts spinning crazily. His audio cuts in and out and it's fucking terrifying to watch. My heart pounds.

But in the end he stabilizes and free falls for over four minutes. His audio cutting in and out, but you can clearly hear him at one point say he's "hauling ass"

and of course:

Apparently he was shy of the free fall record, which belongs to Joseph Kittinger (who I have been obsessed with since I first read about project Excelsior AND who was a large part of this project) set in 1960 and did so on purpose as a show of respect to him, which if true is amazing and probably makes him the classiest guy on the fucking planet.

And that, my friends is why science and people are fucking awesome.

I do wonder why it gets me going so much. I guess something about a person doing something like this speaks to my soul, without sounding like hippie bullshit.

No other way to explain it.

I now await the footage from the cameras mounted on his suit and the BBC documentary that will go with it. Gonna be amazing.

Com Truise is fucking awesome.

seriously.



If ears could explode from pleasure and happiness that song would kill me.



SO GOOOOOOD.

If you don't like Com Truise then fuck you.