Back to blood-spattered programming

It’s been a while since my last Dexter episode. Once I was so hooked to this show that there were times when I’d hear Michael C. Hall’s voice — that unique, deadpan drawl — in my head. But after season 4, which was awesome and best remembered for John Lithgow as a bad-ass serial killer, the succeeding seasons saw the series drifting south. Consequently, it drifted off my radar, too.

Episode 701

Secrets revealed: Debra and Dexter Morgan

Last Sunday night, however, finding ourselves with a DVD copy of the complete season 7 courtesy of my brother, Charmaine and I decided to give the series a whirl just for the heck of it. It only took two episodes for us to agree that the season has promise. Its Dexter vs. an organized crime this time, with sister Debra, who finally learned all about his “dark passenger,” providing distractions on the side. We hope we’ll not be disappointed.

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Alliterations all night

It’s good that, in my weekend TV series marathons, it’s always Mad Men back to back with Breaking Bad. Good because while the former makes smoking look like the ultimate act of cool, the latter is a not-so-gentle reminder that life with lung cancer is sad and shitty. And the result is me keeping with my two sticks a day limit despite the irrefutable lure of Don Draper’s macho coolness.

Holy smokes! Everybody’s puffing in ‘Mad Men’

Ah, yes. Mad Men and Breaking Bad. Two reasons why β€” except for work and the occasional weekend chores β€” I’m hardly out of the house these days. Sorry, beer buddies. ‘Til we meet again.

I’m also shaking my head. These two have been wowing critics for years, and I’ve seen friends rave about them until they turned blue in the face, read paeans about them in the blogosphere, but it’s only last week that my interest got piqued enough to finally pay our friendly neighborhood sidewalk pirata vendor a visit. I’ve been sleeping late ever since.

That’s also the reason why my last blog entry was almost a month ago.

And also why at 2:14 a.m. on a weekday, I’m still wide awake and blogging.

Glorious bloodbath

The second season of HBO’s Game of Thrones has just ended, and for me this is the dude to remember the season finale by. Ain’t he a handsome little fella?

white walker king

The White Walkers, motherfuckers! Now we’re talking. One could take pleasure at imagining how that asshole Joffrey Lannister, after what he did to Ned Stark in season one, would piss his pants upon waking up one day and seeing this dude and his undead brethrenΒ  in his doorstep. Imagine the horde breaching the Wall and laying siege on Westeros, tearing the flesh off those warring kings, until finally reaching King’s Landing — imagine the beheadings that may occur, the fear, the chaos, the glorious Satanic slaughter, the bloodbath! Boy, don’t you wish it’s April 2013 already?

The eligible

Ah, weekend. You’re the love letter from the prettiest girl on campus. I treasure you.

Sappy intro aside, and before I plunge into another night of Homeland marathon, let me just share this week’s good news: I nailed the Civil Service exam! And with flying colors! Second in a group of 30 examinees with only four passers.

Yeah. Who would’ve thought that this long-haired, rum-drunk (tonight) freak here can be what those Civil Service people call an “eligible.” Now all I need is that promised phone call from a college buddy and boom! Hello Government Service. May you welcome this fella here hungry for long weekends and normal working hours.

Now excuse me while I watch Claire Danes chase a terrorist…