Thursday, June 26, 2008

Taste the happy!

I bought an ice cream cake yesterday.
(Cue well-meaning but clearly Not Getting it Coworker: "Ohh! What was the occasion?"
Me: "Occasion? ....Breakfast?")

It was made by Carvel, a company I had never heard of before, but who I now know makes Fudgie the Whale, Hug Me Bear, and Cookie Puss (an alien from the planet Birthday, whose real name is Celestial Person, no joke, ohnomyheadisgoingtoexplode) ice cream cakes, thereby upping the level of creepy double-entendre at your friendly neighborhood birthday party. Looking for something a little more anthropomorphic? Clown head cakes!

Anyway. The point I was trying to make is: the cake box (which, no I'm not sharing. Thanks for asking) comes emblazoned with: "What happy tastes like!" Which is funny, because yes, in my world, happy does taste like ice cream cake.

For all the ice cream-poisoned fun, you can see a link here. Don't forget to check out the mascot, who is either (a) Mr. Hanky, (b) a fencepost, or (c) A Really Excited But Not That Clever Sea Mammal. Yeah! Fudgie! Likes! Icing!

Fun Fact About Cookie Puss (Thank you Wikipedia!): The sixth Leisure Suit Larry computer game, Love For Sail, has a Cookie Puss as one of the items in the ship's kitchen. When told to examine it, the game's voice-over responds, "Mmm... Cookie Puss!"
Do I really need to go into the conflicting levels of weird in that sentence? No? Ok then. Have you thought of the puss-pus association yet? Have I ruined your taste for ice cream? Mmmmmm, cookie pus!

1 comments:

Scrumtrulescent said...

the circle is growing...you're on the blogroll now :)

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...How dreary—to be—Somebody!
How public—like a Frog—
To tell one's name—the livelong June—
To an admiring Bog!
-- Emily Dickinson