In the spirit of an anticipated lackadaisical weekend - ann-frank dot diaryland dot com brings you a Newsweek-y type easy to digest and even easier to pass off as a diary entry quotable end of the week recap:
�I don�t why I bothered playing for four hours last night. I can barely take care of myself in real life. And all those virtual-cry babies do is whine and complain anyway. You got to keep them occupied and fed to keep them happy or something I guess. This one family, the parents were always screaming and yelling at each other, which made their kid all nervous and tense, so I had the kid break into the liquor cabinet and get all loaded, because you know, that�s always what makes me feel better,� on my first attempt on kicking it with The Sims PC-style:
�Wait. People are still watching that?� on American Idol
�Holy shit, the Challenger space shuttle crash was 17 years ago? Man, that makes me feel old.� on the first thing to pop into my head during the coverage of this week�s space shuttle Columbia disaster
�Yeah. I hear we�re at orange,� on the color-coded terrormeter threat system.
�Sean Austin�s stumpy little hairy hobbit legs running around in culottes for three hours. Yeah, that�s mesmerizing. � on LotR: Fellowship of the Ring
�You mean there�s more?� on LotR: The Two Towers
�Smacks a little bit too much of �let them eat cake� if you ask me. You wanna boost the economy, give a wad full of cash to the teenagers. One big end of the season sale at dELiA*s and Hot Topic, it�ll all be back out there circulating like an industrial fan at a fashion shoot,� on George Bush�s tax stimulus plan that wipes out all federal taxes on stock dividends paid to investors.
�Michael, please keep your baby-dangling ass out of the media for awhile so my generation can gain the proper ironic distance needed to maybe have fun listening to Thriller once again,� on anything Michael Jackson