I Heart Penguins

Jenny Two Times told me that instead of saying, "I'm broke." I should say, "I'm awaiting financial abundance." Then she treated me to sushi and a movie. What a pal! (Thanks Jen!)

All throughout March of the Penguin I was making up dialogue for the "characters." Completely inappropriately, I was thinking it would be good comic relief during the second blizzard scene where they are all huddled together for warmth if one penguin had cried out, "Who farted?!"

I have trouble with the whole "suspension of disbelief" thingie. I sit in the theater thinking, "Huh, I wonder when they go the bathroom?" If the darn penguins could just it together to mate closer to the water there might not be as many casualties. No one likes to see a dead baby penguin. No one. I know this is wishful thinking. The penguins aren't going to rewrite their genetic make up or unlearn the vast history of their species to shack up at an waterfront bungalow nor are they going to invent some sort of "pass the egg" contraption. But if they did, they might be rich!

Can you tell it is late and I am not quite myself?

I blame the paint fumes and my aching right shoulder. I also blame Adrian Zmed. Why? Think Grease 2 or TJ Hooker and then just chalk it up to an inside joke.

I am going to bed. I'm so glad I am not a penguin.