Patricia Kirby pointed me to this really silly bit of Monday morning diversion: Poke a Penguin.
Keep on poking, keep on poking . . .
Writing Stuff
My writing muscle is floopy. Started on a new fairy tale re-telling and it was like my brain was sludge. The words just would not come. Plan for today: caffeine and sugar. I’ve already started on the “sugar” part. Leftover Pixie Stix from Dragon*Con. For breakfast. Whee!
“Leftover Pixie Stix from Dragon*Con. For breakfast. Whee!”
My insulin pump shorted out just reading this…
Twitching is fun! *twitch*
I wonder what Pixie Stix and Coffee would be like. I can only assume that a padded room would be the end result.
And a straight-jacket! *Twitch*
The depths of penguin poking
OK, now, much can’t be determined about the creator of our universe from the fact that poking the penguin is so amusing. *nod* Yup.
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Ah, the guilty pleasure of annoying simulated penguins.
Almost as fun a tickling real cats. Though I am thinking of doing something worse to the Zooey the cat, who has decided it is time for me to pet him.
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I was going to say that simulated penguins don’t fight back. But well, that isn’t right either.
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But it’s the best of all possible worlds . . .