I was listening to a podcast about Tourism in Antarctica when I first heard of Leonid.
Here's a photo of him, and you can read about why he's so great here, (which is the site I got the image from).
What Leonid did is so much better than art.
Of course if an artist, myself included, did do what Leonid did they probably would call it art. That's the thing about artists. But because Leonid would never consider what he did art it makes it so much greater.
The other thing from the Tourism in Antarctica podcast that caught my attention was that in it they mentioned that "It's a little known fact that Antarctica is the only country in the world where you can find penguins outside of zoos". Which just seems crazy to me that the two smart guys who host the show could think that.
The podcast is American, and I guess sometimes I forget how far off the worlds radar Australia can be.
Only half a day after listening to this, (and only an hour and a half after seeing Dirty Dancing for the first time on the second largest cinema screen in the southern hemisphere), my beautiful girlfriend and I found ourselves walking along the St. Kilda beach pier at about 1.30 in the morning. The rocks up the very end of the pier are also home to many penguins, and to my excitement a man who was a having a bitter argument with a woman in front of their young boy called us over and pointed out the penguin he'd spotted.
About 5 months ago I thought I had appendicitis and spent the night in the emergency room. Unlike Leonid, it turned out I didn't have appendicitis at all, I was just very, very awfully cramped.
Here's a photo of my urine before I gave it to the nurse.
Just what you were busting to see.