It’s been too long since our last post. So here’s a fun one. (I know: it’s hard to believe that we’re not all serious all the time, what with the lack of humorous content on our website…)
Okay. It’s 10:30 pm and I’m staring at a screen again. Not my screen, though. This one belongs to a client who dropped off their MacBook Pro at the office earlier. I prefer working on hardware at home, though, so I brought it back with me.
So I’m doing a data transfer from an old hard drive to a new, larger one that I had installed in the laptop earlier. Suddenly, the usual night time munchies hit me. Having also been a professional musician most of my adult life, I’m used to late night snacking. A bowl of soup. Some crescent rolls. Maybe a whole TV dinner if I’m hungry enough. And after having a little meal like that, of course one must also have some dessert.
I’ve been an ice cream fan for as long as I can remember. From Baskin Robbins Pink Bubblegum at age 4 to Ben and Jerry’s New York Super Fudge Chunk at 40, I’m a pro. I have conquered ice cream in its many forms in 23 states and on four continents.
But it seems I’ve met my match. Häagen-Dazs Chocolate Chocolate Chip Ice Cream should be a controlled substance.
I literally can eat an entire 14 oz container of this stuff before I’ve finished upgrading a hard drive in an Apple Computer — and I’m fast at upgrading hard drives. Not that I would eat ice cream over an open machine, of course, but if the addiction grabs me hard enough, I might not be able to control myself. And then what?
Mark my word: Soon you will see Häagen-Dazs executives in front of Congress defending internal emails that discussed the secret ingredient(s) that makes it impossible to stop eating their Chocolate Chocolate Chip ice cream.
And shamelessly, I will be there to defend them. For if they were to stop making it, I would no longer be able to provide computer services. I would become an empty, chocolate-less shell of my former self.
So remember: while tomato plants turn dirt, water and sunlight into tomatoes, I turn Häagen-Dazs Chocolate Chocolate Chip ice cream into fixed computers and fast networks.
Tomorrow morning I have a cholesterol test. It’s on you, Häagen-Dazs. It’s all on you.