I can’t believe I’ve never heard this joke before today, but it makes me smile:
Two penguins are sitting on an ice floe, drifting helplessly north into warmer waters. The penguins are quite fond of each other, but they don’t speak English very well. Suddenly, cra-a-a-a-a-ck, the ice floe splits in two, right between the penguins. As they drift apart, one penguin sadly waves a flipper and calls out, “Chocolate milk!”.
Happy Monday!
I wonder if there's any chance of something like this taking off in Sydney. Maybe there's just something so incredibly Japanese about it that it wouldn't work, but I just love the idea.
Either way, it seems Sarah Marchildon has struck a bit of a chord with her blog posting, generating all sorts of interest.
Perhaps I should buy a fancy espresso machine and add a dozen cats to the household, and set myself up as the Sydney branch of 猫の時間 (Neko no Jikan, or "Cat Time").
As with KL, we spent the Sunday morning with the church at the Lord's Table meeting. Lunch afterwards was a question mainly of eating things which we could not identify, fortunately with fairly pleasant results. We then broke out the guitar for a cross-cultural jam session - fortunately, the Japanese can read English a whole lot better than we can read Japanese.
After lunch and the obligatory photo-call, we wandered round the local zoo, which was rather small, with a number of rather morose inhabitants, of which the reindeer looked the least happy with his plight. 
The most interesting section was the monkey house, where we were let right into the home of the squirrel monkeys. They obviously relished the attention, especially from the smaller kids.
Dinner was at the local sushi train, where Lauren let the side down by asking for sausages and chips (which were actually on the menu, although the sausages were served sushi style, fortunately cooked). We finished the day by going to a display of Awa Odori, the local traditional dance style. 
There's a big festival at the end of August, with dancing in the streets, but these sessions allow the various teams to practice in between. The girls in particular get the hard part, as they wear the traditional wooden clogs, complete with inch-high wooden blocks, while the guys get a form of tabi. After the main display, it was time for a little audience participation, with the best dancers being given small awards. Emily was one of the lucky recipients.
