Happy end of the week to all the normal working schlobs. And, in this case, it includes myself; our business needs to match the normal hours of the normal working people, and all of that. Which is good – I’m direly in need of being away from people. Oh sure, I only have to deal with four others regularly, but that’s too freaking many in a lot of cases. And after this week, oh week of weeks, I desperately need to tune out as fully as possible.

*shuts as many doors between herself and everyone else and revels in the comparative silence*

Perhaps because I’m an introvert, I cherish my weekends as a time to do nothing. I flop around the house, maybe bother to do some chores or try a new recipe, but otherwise, I do as little as humanly possible. Oh, we sometimes think about going and doing something, like a drive or a faire or the like, but it almost never happens; why ‘waste’ time doing things? The week is for things, and the week days are crammed full of working. And as working is a fairly joyful thing (for the most part, though I do have moments where I just want to set everything on fire and run away swiftly) which fills the day in a mainly satisfactory way, I don’t generally see the need to find other… ‘things’ to do. People seem too preoccupied with doing ‘things’…

Whatever the case, I feel I should add something humorous to mark the start of the weekend. The news has kindly obliged me in this by letting me know that Anna Chapman, the Russian spy, will be fronting a Russian TV show. Even if it’s totally rubbish, I’m sure many will tune in for her supposed fappability. I’m sure the only way it could be better to many is if she were fronting The Naked Truth, not that the show appears to be on the air anymore. Not that I approve of the objectification of women, mind (quite the opposite – I do wish people would use less sex to sell things), but the concept of stripping to the news holds some absurd delight.

*flips through the news* Blah blah drama, blah blah zombies, blah blah blah. Oh rolling news cover, you have so much to answer for. Why do you deem it alright to turn us all into crack addicts for the minutae of strangers’ lives? But then, reality tv has as much to answer for that as rolling news does. When talking to one of my best friends earlier today, she started rattling off all these shows, and I just… I blinked, honestly. I watch very little TV – I don’t find it particularly enjoyable, and I think the degree of voyeurism engaged in these days is frankly disgusting. But maybe I need to – I have an addictive personality, and perhaps if I were to engage in a little Teen Mom, I’d not be able to stop myself from the trainwreck.  Yes, trainwreck tv – it serves to make the masses feel better about their lives, I guess? Iunno, if I were any more paranoid than I already am, perhaps I could speculate that it’s an eeevil conspiracy to make everyone so miserable and depressed that they go out and buy shiny objects, and then push themselves further down the spiral of misery by working harder to make more money to buy more shinies…

Eraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase.  Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

*shrugs and grins*

Me, gonna pack up and go home now – enjoy doing your weekend thing, and I’ll enjoy mine. 😉