They could have given us something

So Cate got back from Washington at about 9:00 PM on Friday night and it was not so cold but we sat in the lounge room with the fire on - and a cat in front of it - and we had a glass or two of  Pouilly Fuisse  and Cate read her book on her Kindle and I sat and thought about life and its mysteries - and particularly those bastards who wrote the last two episodes of the final series of Dexter - which I watched that very evening.

Who TF would butcher an entire genre - eight seasons - with an asshole sock cutting finish like that?

You would think that if you had laboured through eight seasons of Dexter attending murders with blood and viscera and brain matter scattered from asshole to breakfast time - including missing heads and other important body parts - let alone the enormous number of mainly bad people of whom he has disposed in fairly gruesome detail - you would be entitled to a fairly  benign ending where the main players at least achieve a modicum of satisfaction and sail off into the sunset leaving us all requited - even though Dexter is of course a murderer of Olympic proportions - but as I said - mainly of bad people.

But Oh No - the nihilistic sadistic curmudgeons who write this stuff decided to turn the end of the series into a gigantic goat fuck where no one - NO ONE - including the long suffering viewers - gets a shred of comfort or closure.

Jesus Christ they could have given us something!

But no - nothing. Not a shred.

Spoiler Alert! Read no further if you have not watched - and intend to watch the piece of shit last season.

So the hotty sister Deb dies. But not quickly - she has to be brain dead so Dexter has to kill his own sister. The two lovers - having met their true - and only possible soul mates - lose each other. Harrison loses his father. Quinn loses his only love. Dexter ends up alone without his love and his son.

Brilliant!

Fortunately these writing  bastards who have ruined my entire life are listed in the credits. I have been to Lowes and to Gander Mountain and have everything I need. These toe rags will soon be strapped to tables and wrapped in plastic.

Let's see how they feel about a tragic ending to their own snivelling chicken shit lives.

I am off to watch the Sound of Music again. 

I hope she straightens up

There was another massacre in Indy last night and four policemen were shot. Home invasions are on the increase and we either have to send Monika and Sissi to Attack Cat training - or get a gun.

There are lots of guns stores in Indianapolis but we first saw the inside of one a week or so ago. It was called Gander Mountain and it has the most fabulous array of guns and hunting clobber that I have ever seen.

It has everything anyone could possibly need to kill anything at all – including – I suspect – elephants. I really liked the camouflage outfits because these would enable me to get close enough to our birds to take photos.

I really wanted to buy a gun – just a small one - but Cate made me buy slippers instead. These will be no match for home invaders.  The slippers are fine – but I wore them in the snow and they shrank a bit.

There is a story in the Indy Star today about a Vietnam veteran who lost both legs and can no longer hunt unless people carry him to hides where he can lie in wait for his quarry.

A group of people have come to his rescue and have bought him an all terrain tractor thingy that he can use to more actively pursue turkeys. Turkeys?

Who TF would want to shoot a turkey?

Surely it would be easier and cheaper to get them from Costco.

I assumed that President Obama was responsible for Putin’s invasion of Crimea – but checked in with Fox to make sure. Sure he has his finger in that pie – but apparently the main culprit is Hillary Clinton - and it has something to do with Benghazi. I just knew she could not be trusted.

I hope she straightens up when she is President.

It will be a cracking performance

Amsterdam

Of course whenever I go to Costco I always find things that I do not really need but just have to have. I am getting quite a collection of these and they are adding to the general detritus that is cluttering up our house, basement and loft.

I am encouraged only by the fact that I got them at the very best price – and will perhaps one day find a use for them. I mean who knows when I will need a six pack of silver plated menorahs.

I go to Costco every two weeks and finish up with a trunk – and a back seat - stuffed full of the essentials of life.

This seems to be mainly cat food, wine, chocolate, nuts and chicken stock. Of course to this can now be added wild bird seed. If I fill the containers in the morning the air is soon thick with birds and the bloody things are empty by the evening.

The chicken stock is because it is the main ingredient in a whole bunch of winter things that I make – such as hotpots and stews.

We now need masses of chocolate and nuts because Cate has given up carbohydrates and is using these as a substitute. She will not tell me which book she got this advice from – but it is certainly my kind of diet.

I have just booked to see a dance company called Motionhouse at the end of March. There is only one review on Ticketmaster – from a man who says it was the worst thing he had ever seen and thank God it only lasted an hour.  

I think he is a curmudgeon who was having a really bad day. Perhaps he had just spent some hours in Indiana Power and Light trying to get a connection.  

I have read reviews from all over the world and am confident it will be a cracking performance.