Marching to the beat of a different drum

Saw "March of the Penguins" the other day. If you ever thought your life was tough, watch this flick. These penguins life sucks so bad...yet they are practically by themself in the south pole and probably don't even realize it. They probably think, "Oh well, all animals go through this unending torment and never have any time to relax or have fun."

Okay, maybe I'm giving the penguins too much credit for philosophizing, but you know what I mean.

These little guys march like 70 miles or more...really slowly, to their breeding ground. Then they pick a mate and make sweet love. Then, the female lays an egg, gives it to the father to sit on and keep warm, and leaves. The females march back 70 miles to go eat food. Then, they march back, to see their penguin baby for the first time. They somehow feed the penguin baby from the food they ate, like they regurgitate some in their mouth or something disgusting like that.

Now, while the males were waiting for the females to return, they are just sitting in horriblly freezing weather, winds blowing at them...and not eating. They all try to huddle as best they can to protect themselves. The males go about 4 months without eating. Now the females take the baby, and the males march 70 miles to go get food.

Meanwhile, the babies are learning to walk around and are very cute, but they sometimes get attacked by big ugly vulture type predators, while the adults stand there like, "oh jeez, well, nothing I can do about this....I think I'll waddle over here..."

The males march back 70 miles, reunite, have a family photo moment, and then the parents take off again and leave all the kids alone. The kids eventually leave too once they figure things out.

One guilty thing....there are a couple funny moments, like when a Penguin is walking and slips and busts on his ass and then tries to get up like, "I meant to do that...". Also, at one point they show the baby penguins sometimes eat a little TOO much regurgitation, and end up like Violot Beuregard from Willy Wonka turned into a blueberry. They look like they can barely move and are going, "oh dude, maybe I should practice moderation when I eat...I'm really letting myself go".

Moral of the story: If there is such a thing as reincarnation, and you emerge from an egg and realize you are now a penguin, you are screwed royally. I would just be like, "Oh hell no, I am not a penguin!! I am not going through that bullshit". And then I would end it all and commit penguinside.