You were deceived.

Ok. So. I went to this soccer game over the fourth of July. Blah, blah, blah. It was great. Kansas City and Dallas tied. Dallas was the better team and Kansas City soccer players are a bunch of woosies. It was fun. Blah. 

But here's the real kicker. I had this bizarre craving for the wonderful little temperatureless balls of summer---Dippin' Dots. So, what do I do? I wander around Dr. Pepper Stadium alone to find this hopeful mini refreshment. 

I remember being this little kid, seeing these creations of enjoyment for the first time and thinking...

"Oh my goodness golly gee (Yes, I said it just like that) is ALL of our ice cream going to look like this in a couple of years?!?!"

It was along the same lines as the question I used to ask about whether or not we would have flying cars by the time I turned twenty and remote control children. All in the same. 

And truly, I feel deceived. I mean here's the thing. This random guy named Curtis Jones stumbles across this incredible idea to provide animal feed in the form of little frozen yogurt balls. This new innovative scheme goes mainstream, catches on, and now we have the promising little animal appetizers at every Cardinals game and Six Flags attendance. It's beautiful really...and interesting to see what a love for microbiology can lead to. 

I mean, don't get me wrong. I looooove dippin dots. But, I feel like it's false advertisement in the way that it appears misleading. Is this really the ice cream of our future? I haven't seen anything else like it...which, in a sense, is great. I mean, he did something truly unique...and for that he should receive some kind of nobel ice cream prize or whatever. 

I mean, I'm sure they patented it or something. But really.

I called my friend Samantha in such distraught, because, genuinely, I felt mislead as a child...and it wasn't until now that I realized I was mislead. Which was, in part, kind of painful. You and I were lied to. The children of this generation are being deceived. Dippin' dots has NOT become the ice cream of our future. Not yet at least. And maybe it's just because I am impatient. 

Well, the good of my character flaw is this...actually the good natured soul of my friend Samantha shared in entrepreneurial creativity...anyways---we thought of making our own invention. I told her that I think we should make our own kind of ice cream...she said miniature square shapes. I said it was beautiful. She agreed. 

But our marketing tactics are different than Sir Jones. We would start our business selling to third world countries, or creating some kind of market economy over there...in all of them...and in that way, we could benefit the world and serve as an aid to obesity in other countries. We even thought to get Bono to eat the ice cream or something...a real kicker. 

So, if it's cubed, you say, "what would you call it?"

Well, we are still working on this. It's "ice cubed" for now. And, I mean, there are still a lot of momentary flaws in our thinking of how this business would function. But, we are working through those....with my Creative Sciences degree and her...well, her other degree. 

Goo. 

Food for thought...hahaha!