The snowman that the kids in our house built is slowly melting. It's the old-school kind of snowman, carrot for a nose, all the works. Actually, the arms are also made of carrots and he had tangerines for eyes.
The melting got so bad the poor fellow shrank a lot and his eyes rolled out of their sockets. They are in front of him. It was kinda morbid... I laughed.
Second fact: I've finally started watching Dexter. The gore doesn't really get to me. Strange. Also, when the guys used a blood-splattered wall of a suicide victim as a Rorschach test... I lost it and laughed. I hope I'm not too weird.
Not to mention that ever since the first episode I have this strange feeling... because every time Dexter meets the black cop and they don't kiss, not even a make-up kiss after every fight...
I blame Six Feet Under. I mean said black cop is kind of a dead-ringer for Keith, and as we know, the actor playing Dexter was also playing Six Feet Under's David Fisher, who was, most of the time, in a relationship with Keith... a black cop.
Yeah. Blame me, but I have sort of grown up watching Six Feet Under (and other assorted TV series of that time, but you get my point).
There... I'm sort of... out of it, I guess. So sleepy.
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