Jul 16, 2022·edited Jul 16, 2022Liked by Mark Finn
This reads like a food scientist remembering their parents telling them "you like everything in this," putting it into practice, and having it end poorly. Mustard ice cream after hurting your back just feels like being kicked when you're down.
"and idly wonder if there is a corollary between all of the great historical spree killings and homicides and the months of July and August."
I remember a short story in which two scientists tracked a correlation between temperature and murder and I think the tipping point was 93 degrees. Any cooler and it didn't annoy the potential murderer enough, any hotter and it was too hot to act. They left the apartment of a couple just as the temperature hit 93 degrees and speculated about how the man would murder his wife.
About mustard ice cream:
How bored do people have to be that screwing up ice cream (or potato chips, or anything else) with weird flavors seems like a good idea?
“Oh, yeah, I’m 52. Dammit.”
There's a great couple of panels in the old "Grimjack" comicbook where he's talking to the ghosts of those he's killed about turning 50. I'll send a reply on Twitter with the panels.
Mark, of all the things you may or may not have saved me from, I am most thankful for the mustard ice cream. Because I would have thought I needed to try it. Thank you for keeping from making that mistake.
This reads like a food scientist remembering their parents telling them "you like everything in this," putting it into practice, and having it end poorly. Mustard ice cream after hurting your back just feels like being kicked when you're down.
"and idly wonder if there is a corollary between all of the great historical spree killings and homicides and the months of July and August."
I remember a short story in which two scientists tracked a correlation between temperature and murder and I think the tipping point was 93 degrees. Any cooler and it didn't annoy the potential murderer enough, any hotter and it was too hot to act. They left the apartment of a couple just as the temperature hit 93 degrees and speculated about how the man would murder his wife.
About mustard ice cream:
How bored do people have to be that screwing up ice cream (or potato chips, or anything else) with weird flavors seems like a good idea?
“Oh, yeah, I’m 52. Dammit.”
There's a great couple of panels in the old "Grimjack" comicbook where he's talking to the ghosts of those he's killed about turning 50. I'll send a reply on Twitter with the panels.
Mark, of all the things you may or may not have saved me from, I am most thankful for the mustard ice cream. Because I would have thought I needed to try it. Thank you for keeping from making that mistake.