Thanks to Boxjam for an impromptu Quiz on the Friday that Wasn't.

No, the Wombat family didn't go shopping. We went to the Central Park Zoo, because there is something so delicious about the fact that right at pretty much the heart of Manhattan Island there is a Monkey Island is just too great.

We learned in the Penguin House that the only time the volunteer had seen the Chinstrap penguins and the other kind of penguins (I forget their species) separate into two species-specific groups was when they were really scared, as a whole, by something, and that this had happened twice in his many years at the zoo. When pressed to say what had scared them, he let on that it was some kind of Major Zookeeping F-up, and furthermore he dare not say as he has been Warned About Having Too Big a Mouth Already.

I felt in that moment quite bad for the frightened penguins.

Also, that night Gavin and I went to see The Dying Gaul, which was great except it is now in my mind that there is this odd sort of particular genre of small-budget-psychological thriller-but-slick-and-starring-moderately-big-but-not-too-big actors things. The Deep End; Swimming Pool; Sexy Beast (OK, Sir Ben is a little bigger star than the principals in these others, but you get my drift).

Here's the weird thing -- swimming pools play an important role in all but one of the above, and in that one Lake Tahoe is central to the film.

Is it just me?