Dexter and Californication

Dexter. God I love that show. It is one of the very few shows on TV right now that will completely hold my attention. For those not in the know, Dexter follows the adventures of Dexter Morgan, serial killer and blood splatter analyst for the Miami-Dade police department. Season 4 started tonight. There were a few murders and one naked John Lithgow. I'm not sure which was more horrific. Regardless, Dexter manages to create an intense sense of concern for the main character's well being while at the same time producing a conscious understanding that what he is doing is both wrong but also gruesome. Neat trick. The fact that they've managed to do this successfully for three seasons is pretty damned amazing as well. After tonight I have high hopes for the fourth. At the end tonight's episode we are left with the question that we are always left with: "Is Dexter all right?"

Californication, on the other hand, is compelling for entirely different reasons. My friend Scott has described Californication as a "love song to Warren Zevon" and I think that's apt. Zevon's influence on the maker's of the show is unmistakable. There are, perhaps, only a few episodes that don't directly quote Zevon's name or music, and while the main character's rampant promiscuity is the hook that gets people to watch, it is really his mix of attempted responsibility and how it conflicts with his impulsive nature. Tonight's episode was suitably awesome.

And finally, this past weekend Tami visited this past weekend. Friday night we met up with some of her friends at Little Star for some pizza goodness (even though it was not deep dish pizza goodness). Then we walked home (I needed to work off all the pizza I ate), evaluated our options and then went by a couple of bars in the neighborhood before calling it a night. Saturday was full of Lindsay's birthday fun times -- I feel bad, I was waiting to take the bus there because parking and driving to Crissy Field is kind of annoying, but I finally decide that taking the bus was even more annoying. So I was late. Fortunately, it worked out well because the Friends of the SF Library were doing their annual book sale where they have an ass ton of books for a a sale for $5 or less. I spent 6 dollars and got 3 books. And then I got tacos. Delicious, delicious El Farolito tacos. Good times.

Oh, and the Folsom Street Fair was this weekend. I did not attend. That is all.