__ _ _ ___ ___ ___ ____/ / __ _____ ____ ___ __ / ' \/ _ \/ _ \/ _ \/___/ _ \/ // / _ `/ _ `/ // / /_/_/_/\___/\___/_//_/ /_.__/\_,_/\_, /\_, /\_, / /___//___//___/ There's a bit of the excitement I used to feel playing Frogger in this game. It's the kind of excitement you are embarrased to admit to actually feeling. As another reviewer, ssinct, points out, it's ``stupid(ly addictive)'' and ``buggy.'' It's pointless, too. And ugly. And monotonous. A complete floccinaucinihilipilification of reason. A nuisance to my space bar. Detrimental to my intellectual development. Probably hazardous to my health. It causes social isolation and will probably catapult me back into singlehood faster than I can say ``Common Foreign and Security Policy.'' I may even spill my coffee on my keyboard in frustration or utter underwhelmment over this game one of these days. If the moon is anything like the moon portraited in this game, generations of romantic poets could have written odes to behemoth dairy-free cheeses, the beauty of Margaret Thatcher or the elegance of structural functionalism instead of the moon and been no less lacking in subject matter. And, despite all that... it's fun.