Over the past few weeks I have been working my way through season three of Dexter. Somehow I had gotten my Netflix cue out of order, so that they actually delivered the final disc, number four, to me before sending me the other DVD’s. This particular disc contained only a single episode, the final one of the season. I decided to hold onto it until I was ready.
When I am at my peak I can plow through a full season of a television show in a few days. In this case, however, I got a bit distracted with other things. It took me rather a long time to work my way through the rest of season three. All the while that final disk sat innocently on the table next to my TV. Finally, last night, I was ready to watch the final episode. The penultimate episode had ended with a suitably dramatic moment, the suspense had built to an almost unbearable level, and I couldn’t wait to fire it up to see how it all turned out. I slid the DVD out of the sleeve.
And noticed an obvious crack right down the middle of it! Ugh! How vexing. Videotape was really a far superior technology.
At least I still have about seventeen chapters of R. Kelly’s “Trapped in the Closet” to get through. That will have to hold me until Netflix can send a replacement DVD. (Also don’t miss Weird Al’s spoof “Trapped in the Drive-Thru.”).