Wired.com
Don’t get me wrong – I couldn’t be more delighted with the advent of ice cream boats. As someone who a) boats often and b) loves ice cream, I consider myself their ideal customer.
I do have some misgivings about the flavors which these boats carry, though. Cod-flavored ice cream? Lobster-flavored sherbert? Shrimp toppings? How about a simple vanilla or strawberry?
Wired.com
Google, a technology company, is reportedly working on a new, kool-mo-dee ice-cream sandwich. “This sandwich will be more technologically advanced than any ice cream sandwich the world has ever seen,” said Google’s CIC (Chief of Ice Cream), Alistair Klaus. “The sandwich cookies will be digital, first, so they will taste much better than traditional, analog cookies.
“And the ice cream itself?” said Klaus. “It’s going to detect the user’s favorite flavor, and then transform itself into that flavor. So when we say that this is the best ice cream sandwich you’ve ever had? We mean that literally.”
I can’t wait to unwrap Google’s ice cream sandwich and watch it sense my taste bud preferences and transform to ginger-flavored ice cream right before my eyes.
chicagonow.com
Every year I forget about Free Cone Day, which was yesterday. Even if you really like ice cream, which I do, you really have to plan ahead. Yesterday, for example, I went to Bob’s for a slice of pizza and the counter served up an ice cream cone with pizza-flavored ice cream. “Do you have any actual slices?” I said.
“Not today,” said the counter, grinning. “It’s free cone day.”
I nodded and reluctantly ate the ice cream.
Then I went to get a haircut. Even though my hair is thinning like crazy on top, I have to get it cut sort of frequently because otherwise my head takes on this really weird shape. So I walked into the salon, sat down in the chair and closed my eyes. Soon I felt my stylist’s hands on my neck. I assumed that she would trim my hair with an electric razor as usual, but then I felt something cold above my ear. I yelped and I opened my eyes.
The stylist was holding an ice cream cone. I looked in the mirror – there was Cherry Garcia ice cream in my hair.
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