The Killer in Me is the Killer in You

Went and saw this man ...


... discuss this show ...

... at the Dendy last night, accompanied by not one but two episodes.

It was quite the thrilling experience, marred only slightly by the EXTREMELY STRESSFUL process of getting there. My directions turned out to be quite shoddy which, combined with the fact that it was rush hour traffic, left me swearing at the top of my lungs. One thing I HATE about Melbourne; YOU CAN'T TURN ANYWHERE! Every single damn time I need to make a critical turn to get somewhere I'm going, it's not allowed ... quite often for no discernable reason! Cara's been showing off her Navman GPS navigation system since she arrived in town; last night, I could have REALLY used it!

I collected the tickets with time to spare, had a highly unsatisfying meal of sweet and sour pork that had been sitting under a heating lamp all day, and waited for the rest of the crew to show. Organiser Ben had to drop out in order to do stocktake, and Carol soon followed, citing a family dinner she needed to attend, so our squad consisted of me, Li-Kim, Sarah Imax (whom I actually called Sarah Imax in conversation ... not that she had an issue with it, having nearly called me Estoban when introducing me to someone) and Li-Kim's friend Rachel, whom I've met only a handful of times but seems quite cool.

We got in line, took our seats, and waited. An awkward MC introduced the show, it was lights down and away we went.

The show's very good. At first I wasn't digging the first-person narration, as it felt it was telling us stuff it should instead be showing us, but it helps give an insight into the character's unique worldview (given that he's a serial killer who hunts and kills other serial killers, while also working as a forensic blood specialist for the police, he certainly has a very individual point-of-view). The first episode ended and before the second started there was a Q & A with none other than Dexter / David Fischer himself, Michael C Hall.

It was strange after so many years of seeing him play such a pent-up character as David to be confronted with the real guy; very laid-back, somewhat sarcastic, slightly Gen X slacker type. The Q & A was quite good, as far as Q & As go. The degree for social awkwardness in these situations is very high, but for the most part the questions were intelligent and the answers insightful, so it was well worth it.

Given the propensity towards Internet downloading these days, most people left when Michael C Hall did, before the second episode started. One of those guys was the Super Noird sitting next to me.



I feel a certain kinship with nerds / geeks / what have you, what with being one and all. That kinship even extends as far as the sweaty, anxious Super Noirds, such as the gentleman sitting next to me, with his buttoned-up, ill-fitting white business shirt, severly-gelled hair and fretful energy. I look on the Super Noirds as if staring into a mirror darkly, seeing all my anxieties about myself reflected back at me, and I must admit I did as much with this guy.

And believe me, being fair-haired and bespectled, there's a lot of these doppelgangers walking about! Many of you know me as referring to them as 'the Army of Steve', these strange creatures with their poor eyesight and their pale skin. I like to think of them that way as, given their numbers, it feels like it would be a simple thing to rally them to a cause and harness their insecurity with the world into a potent fighting force, one with which I could surely conquer all enemies!

... if we weren't all foiled by a collective asthma attack.

In any case, the evening was quite enjoyable, and I was back in time to watch one of the shows that only I seem to be a fan of; the American remake of The Office. It's good, people, just give it a chance!!