"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.
If you get the name of that short story, let me know. I'd love to read it. Also, re: potato chips. I think they are much more forgiving than ice cream. You can do a lot to a chip that you can't do to ice cream. I remember the first time I had beer ice cream; it was Shiner Bock (I was in Austin) and it worked out well because there's sugar in beer, and boiling the beer off in the process left mostly only the malt, the yeast, etc. So it was pretty good, very mild, but not strong or stinky. I remember thinking, "Okay, Ice cream people, you got THAT one right. Quit while you're ahead."
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.
That's exactly how it felt, frankly. Janice later told me that there was a cornbread and strawberry ice cream, and while I wouldn't have personally ever put those two things together in an ice cream matrix, I am 100% certain it was exponentially more edible than the Grey Poupon ice cream I made myself swallow.
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.
"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.
If you get the name of that short story, let me know. I'd love to read it. Also, re: potato chips. I think they are much more forgiving than ice cream. You can do a lot to a chip that you can't do to ice cream. I remember the first time I had beer ice cream; it was Shiner Bock (I was in Austin) and it worked out well because there's sugar in beer, and boiling the beer off in the process left mostly only the malt, the yeast, etc. So it was pretty good, very mild, but not strong or stinky. I remember thinking, "Okay, Ice cream people, you got THAT one right. Quit while you're ahead."
They did not listen.
Found it, after three days of sporadic searching.
Ray Bradbury's "Touched with Fire."
And it was 92 degrees, not 93.
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.
That's exactly how it felt, frankly. Janice later told me that there was a cornbread and strawberry ice cream, and while I wouldn't have personally ever put those two things together in an ice cream matrix, I am 100% certain it was exponentially more edible than the Grey Poupon ice cream I made myself swallow.
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.
I am a Giver. It’s my love language. Well, that and movie quotes.