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Bookkeeper, tax preparer, cat lady, blogger, organizer, mystery writer.

Welcome!

I've finally decided that I am a writer - all the other things I do just pay the bills. Someone eloquent once said that if you do what you love, the money will follow. Well, let's just see about that.

RIP Aggie

RIP Aggie
Aggie was my fifteen-year-old cairn terrier - or maybe I should say I was her 55-year-old person! She was my faithful companion, spoiled rotten and I am still trying to figure out what to do without her.

Peter the Cat...

Peter the Cat...
This is Peter the gingersnap tabby! He's seven years old and has just been promoted to Peter the Very, Very Good. He is working his way up to Peter the Great...

Bee - the Cat Who Came From Somewhere Else...

Bee - the Cat Who Came From Somewhere Else...
Bee is Peter's buddy. He's eight years old and has made himself right at home. I guess cats really do come in pairs or sets of three!

And Jasper makes three!

And Jasper makes three!
Jasper is our new guy - the Cat From Another Place. He's four years old and we think he likes it here - so far, so good!

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Sunday, January 16, 2011

I'm just not sure...

that I can like a serial killer.  Even if he does only kill bad guys.  I mean, it sounds like a good idea in theory, but the jury is still out on putting it into practice.  Maybe I've watched too many episodes of Law & Order over the years, but Jack McCoy or even Marshal Matt Dillon didn't just shoot the bad guy.  A friend of mine recommended this show to me - which in itself is surprising - and I tried to look at Dexter as just another TV show.  Well, that didn't work.  I know it isn't real, but I was completely grossed out by all of the blood.  And his lack of conscience.  Anyone who knows me knows I love a good murder mystery, but this goes way beyond the scope of any mystery I ever read.  I must have read too much Agatha Christie over the years - no blood, no gore, just a dead body and a detective who will eventually figure out whodunit.  I grew up watching Perry Mason and Columbo - even Murder, She Wrote was family friendly!  I watched the entire first season of Dexter, thinking maybe he'd grow on me, but it just didn't happen.  Perhaps I tried to experience Dexter Morgan too soon after the end of my all-too-brief  eight season love affair with Mr. Monk.  I don't know - but I do know that I won't be watching any more Dexter.  I'll leave him to the hardcore mystery fans.

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