Pimpy the Penguin

Ok, I wasn't going to come out of my non-blogging hole with just anything so when I heard reference to this on the radio this morning, I just had to share it. A little something for posterity's sake...

Penguins engage in what seemingly amounts to prostitution.

Female penguins require rocks to build their nest. Evidently these rocks are a scare commodity in Antarctica. Because of this, female penguins secretely abandon their lovers in order to offer their "services" to other single penguin males. After they've done the do, the male pays the female with some pebbles from his stock. The female drags the pebbles back home and continues working on her nest.

It doesn't always have to be sex. Often a little cuddling is enough for the female to be able to collect her pebble. Fiona Hunter, a zoologist, once watched a female collect 62 pebbles without getting laid. That's gives new meaning to "getting your rocks off" I guess.

I always thought there was something a bit strange with these birds. They can't fly and they choose to live on a huge ice-cube.

Now, I find out they're 'hos to boot. It's too funny for words.

Where Did the Time Go?

I just realized that it's been 2.5 weeks since I last posted anything even remotely newsworthy.

I'm feeling somewhat inadequate. I can't even keep up with my own journal.
Gee...how pathetic! :)

What have I been doing anyway?
I'm been workingbitchingeatingsleepingfuckingcomplainingstressingworkingbitchingeatingsleeping
fuckingcomplainingstressing, etc. and etc.

Yep, that about sums it up.
Hehe.

Poetry Electric

Posting that poem reminds me...

Of a time when I would create wonderful, deep poems and post them on an "Open Mike" poetry site belonging to a friend. Because I created and posted the moment inspiration struck, I thought that they were somehow permanent. It happened so fast and I neglected to make copies or write them in my journal.

And so...I lost them all to the churning wasteland of the great recycle bin of cyberspace

Lesson learned...write them down. Makes copies. Whatever so it doesn't happen again.

Poem of the Day

Here's a little poem for you. I wrote it 4 years ago. I think that it encompasses how I feel today. Somehow - sad and caged within a moment, but wishing to be washed clean of the stress and heavy frustration - and thus break free. Or maybe it's that I'm just thinking about the rain that we've had for a couple of days now. Who knows. :)

So Like Rain...

so like rain wash me away
through gutters and drains
down storm pipes
away from the middles
to the very edge

like streaks across your
glass let me settle and cloud
the world from your view

let me conduct
the melodious drama
of the chorus of wipers
chanting to some deity
prayers that our ears
cannot hear

let me wash
over you as you
run to avoid each drop

you did not see me anyway
so like rain wash me away too

6/27/00 4:59PM CMT