Dexter has been on my mind a lot lately, and I've been trying to figure out why that is. I guess the show holds a special place in my heart  after all, with the exception of Doctor Who (which, due to perpetual reinvention, is pretty much a different show than when I started) it's the series I have followed the longest. Every year, like psychopathic clockwork, came more Dexter. Yet bit by bit, this ceased to be a good thing. Fans of the show know all about the sharp decline in quality that plagued Dex, but I feel like there's a little more to discuss here, primary in the strange fluctuating of the series that has been part of it since day one. The series appealed to me from the moment I first glimpsed it at a friend's house. A show entirely based around a serial killer hunting only bad people while working for the police? Perfect. The black humor and compelling plots helped a lot as well, in the early days at least. But somewhere along the line, things went very, very bad. So, now that she series has come to an end, it's time to take a trip back through all eight seasons, celebrate the things that worked and lament the point where one of the best shows on television went wrong.