"Score one for the little wooden boy."

Well it's been awhile. I really haven't had much to talk about. I guess I'm in one of my complacent phases where things aren't getting to me as much as they usually do and there fore I don't have much to gripe about. Of course at the same time there's nothing exciting going on either, so nothing much to report. I am exploring other job options still, but I'll probably wait till after Christmas to aggressively look to see what I might be able to find.

So until I have something interesting to talk about I figured I'd just offer some recommendations.

First off, I finally saw the second season of "Dexter" and it did not disappoint. I can't recomend this series enough. Micheal C. Hall is wonderful as Dexter and a far cry from the neurotic David of "Six Feet Under."

We see him continue to figure out who he is and exactly how evil or how good he really is. All while coming to terms with the fact that Harry, his dead foster-father (no, Dexter didn't kill him) and lone confidant, who shaped him into who he is, was not exactly the man Dexter thought he was.

It's interesting because we see the struggle between good and evil within one person, who desperatley wants to be normal, but yet is a psychopath with little to no emotions about anything. The first season I comapred to a twisted take on "Piccnochio," while in the second he does seem closer to being a "real boy." He has more personal challenges and relationships that he is trying to juggle and we see him as part hero and part villian.

Not to mention the fact that his own squad (he works foresenics for Miami Metro) along with the FBI are hunting him, or rather the Bayside Butcher, down. So while he covers his tracks, he is also enlisted to help in the investigation that should ultimately lead to him.

Needless to say I'm ready for season three to wrap up and come out on DVD, so that I can watch. Oh, and just a note: the title of this post is a quote from a "Dexter" episode.

Also, I was reminded the other day of this novel by one of my former professors, Tom DeHaven, called It's Superman! It's part noir mystery and part origin story set in the 1940s.

It takes classic Superman characters and puts them in a believable "real world" setting, with a young Clark Kent trying to figure out who he is, who he wants to be, and the extent of his mysterious powers. This book made me like Superman. I'm generally a Batman sort of girl and, honestly, Tom Welling ("Smallville") kind of ruined Superman for me -- the man only has one facial expression (See: reasons why one should not cast out of an Abracrombe catalogue).

Plus Tom DeHaven is a great writer and is a true student of the history of comics and graphic novels. I actually took a class on the graphic novel that he taught and it really made me see comics as a valid and highly overlooked or looked down upon medium. I still have a bit of a crush on him.

Well, I'm off. Hope all is well with everyone.