The third season of Dexter is just beginning on Showtime. Now, I don't have Showtime, but this show makes me wish I did. (I've also heard nothing bad about Weeds.)

Dexter is what CSI: Miami would be if CSI: Miami were any good. And if it starred someone tolerable, as opposed to that redheaded dude from Jade. What's his name again?

Seriously, Caruso must spend hours in front of a mirror practicing taking his sunglasses off and narrowing his eyes. It's such a phony-looking gesture. Reminds me of the way Travolta smoked cigarettes in Broken Arrow. I'm sure I'm the only one who remembers these things, or noticed them in the first place, but he had this very precise way of splaying his fingers into a V when he took a drag. It looked ridiculous. (Yes, I know I'm nitpicking about a minor detail. From Broken Arrow. The one with John Travolta taking advantage of his post-Pulp Fiction buzz to cash a check playing a renegade fighter pilot stealing a nuke because he's mad at the government, but being thwarted by Christian Slater and the woman who played Princess Daisy in the Super Mario Bros. movie. And I'm complaining about the way Travolta smoked a cigarette. Hey, I figure he spent so much time working on that gesture, and I'm probably the only one who noticed, at least this way when he's doing his regular Google search for "Travolta" and "Broken Arrow" and "smoking" and "fingers into a V," he might stumble across this blog on like the 48th page of search results. Hi, John! Sorry I'm making fun of you! Drop me a comment if you want to read my screenplay, okay? I can write the main character older if you want, or you could be the vice president -- a smaller but substantial role befitting a thespian of your many talents. He doesn't smoke right now, but he easily could.)

Where was I? Right, right, Dexter. Good show. You should watch it, really.