Also I dreamed that Zachary Quinto, Michael C. Hall and Tom Welling (brain, brain, brain, Tom Welling?) were going to be starring in a new TV show about gay cavemen. Called "Gayvemen". They would be wearing pastel loincloths and colour-coordinated neckerchiefs.

"Gayvemen".

Just in case I am somehow not the last to hear of it, this Star Trek fanfic (recommended by kattahj) is one of the best things I've ever read--even though it fulfils neither of Masuka's iconical criteria...;-p

ETA fulfills. fullfills. fulllllllcaratdobleyewcaratdoublyewcarrotdoubleyew MEETS

"Date Night for Dexter. Oddly enough, I had found somebody. What, what? Deeply dead Dexter dating debutante doxies?"

Epic.

"My friend had done everything but send a formal invitation reading, 'The honor of your presence is requested at the vivisection of your sister. Black heart optional.' But even this small blob of logic was wiped out of my throbbing skull by a new thought that wormed its way in, oozing rotten logic."

That settles it. I am only ever reading books by this guy from now on.

Things That Will Always Improve A Work Of Fiction:

-homoerotic tension

-swordfights

-robots


Things That Will Never Improve A Work Of Fiction:

-romance

-weddings

-children


I think that about covers it.

Man, season three was really weak. And tragically devoid of wigs. But ooh the ending of episode eleven ooooh

ooh

And not enough Saran Wrap.

Frickin' ( spoilers ).

Dexter, Dexter, Dexter, Dexter, Dexter. ( Spoilers? ) Why did there have to be ( spoilers )?

But on the other hand, Jimmy Smits.

So yeah so I have now kinda marathonically watched two entire seasons of "Dexter" which I had heretofore eschewed on account of how the foul stench of police procedural hung heavy upon it. But no! I was wrong! It is wall-to-wall genius!

Okay, no, really it's more than a bit idiotic. BUT. BUT! (a) the titular individual protagonist dude is without a doubt the most sexable thing that has ever sexed, speaking purely objectively of course as I am well known to do; and (b) episode ten of season one contains what is without a doubt the best moment in the whole history of television, if not indeed the best moment in the whole history of everything ever.

(c) also, the wigs.

ETA that's a lot of without-a-doubts ain't it