Ice Cream!!!

Turn your speakers up and have a listen to what Athena was talking about. Eddie was so funny in his day. Warning: there is some strong language


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I can almost hear Mr. Dormody saying this...

From The Onion:

Franz Ferdinand Frontman Shot By Gavrilo Princip Bassist

GLASGOW, SCOTLAND - Lead singer and guitarist for pop band Franz Ferdinand, Alexander Kapranos, is in critical condition today after being shot by a man identified as the bassist for rock group Gavrilo Princip. "We ask fans to cooperate with Interpol to find the assailant, and call upon British Sea Power, Snow Patrol, and The Postal Service for help," drummer Paul Thompson told music magazine NME Monday. "The suspect had links to The Decemberists and The Libertines, and we are following up on all leads." It is unclear whether the shooting was linked to The Polyphonic Spree's invasion of Belgium earlier this week.

I found this incredibly witty, which is odd because I generally don't connect witty to The Onion.

Devil trucks and demon cones

So the other night I had a MSN chat with a friend. Somehow, during the chat we came upon the topic of ice cream.

Peter says:
In the summer, this retired Greek guy who lives down the street from me drives around the neighbourhood in his killer ice cream truck. He always parks in front of my house with his bell ringing. His blueberry sundaes are like crack.

Plant Lass says:
I haven't seen an ice cream truck since I was a kid. You are very lucky.

Peter says:
No, I am damned. He's got two. His son drives the other. I saw them stocking and cleaning them in front of their specially built garages the other day. That means the season is about to start.

Plant Lass says:
Two trucks! That would involve the kind of self-control I just don't have.

Peter says:
These are primo trucks. He does banana splits, sundaes, slushies, chocolate dip and caramel dip. Not to mention soft serve and regular.

Peter says:
It's nuts.

Peter says:
Every night around 7pm he is parked in front of my house.

Plant Lass says:
Do you think they are doing this to you on purpose?

Peter says:
He knows. I know he knows. It's the easiest $2.50 he makes in his night.

Peter says:
He warms the blueberry topping.

Plant Lass says:
You are making me miss Sioux Lookout. I didn't think that was possible.

Peter says:
He also does milkshakes. All from the back of that devil truck.

Plant Lass says:
It's not the truck. It's your ice cream junkie ways... maybe you need help.

Peter says:
Possibly, but addiction is a disease.

Plant Lass says:
And there is no patch for soft serve. I say indulge.

Peter says:
Now there's an idea; a soft serve patch. Although, all I would really need are cotton balls to keep the devil song of the ice cream bell from reaching my ears.

Plant Lass says:
Do you really want to quit though? All this planning could be for nothing if there is no will.

Plant Lass says:
What is so wrong with a milkshake?

Peter says:
You can only say that because you haven't laid eyes on an ice cream truck in years. It would be a different story if they were stalking you.

"Ipso facto, I'm a 'tard"

Something said by one of my staff today. For some reason I found it to be the funniest thing ever.

Brokeback...

So, I read the short story yesterday. I am still trying to figure out what the big deal was. As far as a story goes, it was just okay. I thought the movie was a much finer piece of artistic expression.