The Trouble With The Moon

OK, this should be it for a while... You know how in every cop movie, at one point, after some sort of physical activity, chasing a bad guy or whatever, the elder detective inevitably turns to his younger hot-shot partner and says "I'm gettin' too old for this shit"? well, thats how I'm starting to feel with DE and this ARG business; and it's not that I'm getting too old for this shit, I'm just getting tired of it.

It's become quite clear to me that if DE isn't a part of this ARG himself then he is on an incredulous witch hunt; a delusional mission to clear his name and prove to the blog-o-world that an ARG does in fact exist here. And that's fine, but I've realised his writings, Indian givings and findings are moving further and further away from the deaths of these two beautiful people.

DE has become so oddly possessed with proving the presence of a clandestine internet 'choose your own adventure' game I think he's lost sight of the starting point. To make a maudlin pun, he is lost at sea and drifting further and further away from the lighthouse. He's onto something else now and its something I just don't really care about. That's as simple as I can put it.

I suppose it just took me a few beats to realise DE was no longer trying to prove the connection of an ARG but simply the existence of one. He has become absolutely crazed and sick with clearing his name but he isn't doing a good job of it. He's still cautiously cryptic and quite honestly, it's just getting old; tiring and boring.

I like stories about impulsive, lovesick, heartbroken Libra men walking into the sea because they can't live without their gorgeous, whimsical lover.

I like the song "Wave of Mutilation", its one of my all-time favourite songs; stories about dead links, coded anagrams on random websites, supposed portals and sketchy blogs is much too Cloak & Dagger for me. It's too Tom Clancy. It takes poetry and makes it math and thats gross. So I'm checking out now.