…just thinking about penguins and feeling great love for them.
I collect penguins, especially Tux, the Linux penguin. Heres an online set of gorgeous Tux avatars: Tux Factory
…you will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.
Opus, the penguin, has it all summed up.
Well, naturally he would!
… and feel angry.
I collect penguins, especially Tux, the Linux penguin. Therefore, I was delighted to find this post:
How to make a Tux cake
my bicycle….
Havent made mention of one of my great passions yet, have i? besides family, and sleep, or wishing for it 
(i still owe you on tea, upcoming is social justice, environment, literature, music, hal, itshare, linux, and the small furry creature from alpha centauri pretending to be my dog. and other mixed assorted stuff. you have been warned!)
i digress a lot, dont i? i could say its because my mind is a cascading waterfall with rivulets of thought (10 points for placing the quote, bonus points for character and scene). but the reality is i am a meanderer on this blog. and thats me. so now you have wasted some small synaptic connections digesting information that you had probably figured out for yourself:)
anyway,my bike. trek 4100, red and black hybrid beasty (checkout the colours options to see it in all its glory!). currently road tyres, but i have done a bit of mtb, and discovered ow ow ow i need to be fitter! lights, gel seat, panniers for shopping, trip computer, toolkit permanently attached. reflective jacket, appropriate clothes - and black dunlop volleys, the best and only shoes for a barefoot hippy. i hate shoes. only wear them when forced to, like umm riding. thats it.
always have my beloved leatherman with me. i think i shall eulogise about THAT tool later. i have a magical bike trailer for the the small lad and smallest princess, so i haul round the streets here and do 99% of things via bike. yes, smug mode entered environmentally, but the reality is i get enormous joy from riding. my very absolute favourite rides are at 5am, when everyone is still asleep, its dark and quiet and i ride for an hour. by myself. loads of fantastic bike tracks around here, so its safe and easy most of the time.
so today i am working at itshare victor harbor, and though its not whale watching season, its spring, and i packed my bike EVER so carefully with full paranoia and three part harmony in a sheet in the boot of my brothers flash car he is lending me for todays drive. so a lunchtime ride for me! hell, if i get there early enough, ill go get milk and meander before opening:)
given my penguin collecting oddness, a tip to granite island see the fairypenguins for lunch break may be spiffy!
….me.
Welcome to 3.45 am here. The small lad decided 12.30 was time to get up, and the beloved husband got up with him. I got up at 3.30 for shift 2, and shooed tbh back to bed. Tsl is drowsy in front of kids tv - cable tv, so worth it for vampires and insomniacs.
Missed my documentary though, damn, but t’will be repeated during day. The reassuring thing about cable is how cyclic it is - the same programs are repeated often during a 24 hour period, so one gets to revisit the past frequently:)
Tea, the singular force that has sustained me through the birth and sleepless nights of the horde. More on that, later. If i told you my thoughts on it, it would get cold.
Oh, im wearing my penguin jammys. Why do some clothes have such important function beyond social dictates or physical need?
Hmm, back to tea.
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