Dexter, an analogy to Life

How many of you watch Dexter. Not the science prodigy with an army of robots and weird inventions. I'm talking about the Bay Harbor Butcher, the vigilante, follower of the Code of Harry, harborer of the Dark Passenger, blood splatter analyst. After I just watched the last episode again, where Rita dies, and Harrison ends up like Dex when he was a child, I realized I was more like a mix of Masuka/Debra. Not many of the teachers know just how colorful I can get. Most of the teachers say that I'm a good student who rarely gets in trouble.

Sure, I never get in trouble. I cover my tracks well. One of the wonders of a facade is that if done properly, nobody sees past it. Like Dexter. He's a cold, manipulative serial killer, who presents himself as a jovial, lighthearted blood-splatter analyst who has more than a passing interest with blood and murder.

I've got a highly developed sense of trouble. I have wrangled out the code to create a batch file that'll run until the whole system hangs. I've learnt the basics of hacking. I've done stuff which I shouldn't put in here lest I get in trouble. Most of all, I've never been caught. That's what matters the most.

You know what they say about perfect crimes. They aren't perfect, because the police knows it is a crime. A perfect crime is never detected, and thus, unsolvable. If I crash the whole network from proxies, hidden behind proxies, that wouldn't be perfect. They knew somebody did it. They just don't have a single shred of evidence.

There was once a man named Ben.
He never laughed, never played.
Never risked a single dime.
Never has he sang, nor prayed.
So, one day, he passed away.
His insurance was denied.
Since Ben never really lived,
They claimed he could not have died.

Carpe diem. Seize the day. Take life by the horns, You never know when you could keel over and die.

That's a draft of a poem I'm working on. Now to make it 3 stanzas long... =.=

Anyway, yes I'm pissed off with all your lack of punctuality, but I can't be bothered. The clique better come up with a good reason and/or good present.

Mabel, the Angry.

Update: Refer to my NSFW post. Make your own guesses as to my mood. Even though the rating was designed for happiness/sadness.

Off to have some supper!