Just thinking that if RG has “Le Tent of Doom,” maybe underneath the table with DSB also needs a descriptive name. 😉
As much as I hope with everyone else that these writers haven’t completely switched train destinations (distracting most passengers with shiny things and the promise of beautiful scenery while other passengers look at the destination on their ticket and ask for a refund), I can’t help but think that we are able to see all these pointers because, well duh, SF was the original destination. All signs point there because they were intended to point there. But the rules have changed… on screen and off screen. We can never be sure or trust or have hope again because we do not know what is going on. And something is going on. We can’t even develop plausible theories because the writers have created a situation where everyone is so OOC and “rules of the universe” are violated willy-nilly – without character and rules, everything is possible. OH! EXCEPT Neal. Dead is dead. That rule sticks. But only for Neal.
I think I’m checking in to RG’s Tent of Doom this morning, with a wistful eye on DSB’s under-table-of-eternal-sunshine. I love everything everyone is saying. It pulls on my heartstrings and appeals to my logic. After all, the only thing – the. only. thing. – that makes sense is Swanfire resurrecting. However, we are about 200 miles past the shark at this point, so what makes sense no longer plays in this world.