A while back, some people in a TotalFark television thread recommended the series Dexter, which I'd never heard of (we didn't add Showtime to our cable lineup). The premise sounded interesting — the protagonist works with the Miami police as a blood forensics expert, and (unbeknownst to them) also happens to be a serial killer, who only kills other murderers — so I added it to our Netflix queue. It finally bubbled up to the top, and arrived this week. Karen wasn't much interested in it, so I started watching it in the computer room while I was doing other things.

Or at least that was the intent; I found I wasn't doing much of the other things while it was on. It's a really well-written, intense show, supported by some very good acting.

I thought Karen might enjoy it, so I suggested we watch an episode this afternoon (it happened to be the penultimate show of the first season). After it was over, Karen declared that it was a really good show, but that she would never ever watch another episode; she was too creeped out. In ten years of being together, I think this is the first time that we've found a TV show that only one of us is interested in watching.

Oh well, I suppose it's a good thing we don't get Showtime, then. Although I heard a rumor that the first two episodes of the second season have been leaked onto the Internet before they're supposed to air...