Hello and welcome to my humble little blog!
I wish I could give you a big old hug, but a virtual one will have to do. *hug* Although I am used to writing fiction, I hope that delving into reality with my writing will help me sort through my thoughts as I ride this roller coaster we call life. I may not be unerringly wise, or even erringly wise for that matter, but I hope that some of the truths I discover and moments I recount strike a cord with someone or provide a little entertainment (even if the only person who ever reads this is my mom… hi, Mom). At the very least, I hope this is a place I can go to curb writer’s block and share whatever’s on my mind.
As a starting story, I thought I would explain the irony of my blog’s title. Some people may ask why I, a fairly nerdy person with a dairy allergy, would claim to be as cool as mint ice cream. Surely, I would want to steer clear of anything ice cream related. Because you’re such an intelligent person, you would be right about that. The story actually starts with a tattered book from the dollar section of a used book store. Because my dad had previously mentioned he was somewhat of a Hitchcock fan, I decided to read Alfred Hitchcock Presents 12 Stories for Late at Night with my dad. As we read, we got into the habit of making fun of these outdated, not-so-horrific horror stories. With tales about a boy who pins butterflies to his wall and mannequins with creepy back stories, we certainly didn’t run out of jokes to make.
Anyway, the second story presented by Mr. Hitchcock was The Whole Town’s Sleeping by Ray Bradbury. That’s right. The esteemed Fahrenheit 451 author used the phrases “It was like walking on a hard crust of freshly warmed bread” and, you guessed it, “as cool as mint ice cream” to set the tone for a horror story. Even though there was a serial killer called the “Lonely One” on the loose, these oddly specific descriptions completely ruined the eerie tone for my dad and me. Seriously, Mr. Bradbury, what is “the color of hot snow?” That’s not a Crayola crayon I remember.
As a word lover, I naturally wanted to incorporate some of these incongruous descriptions somewhere in my everyday life. If I started telling people that my friends and I “drifted like three prim clothes-forms” through the mall, I’m pretty sure I would get a lot of odd stares. Instead, I decided to bring my favorite phrase onto the Internet, a place of infinite weirdness and creativity.
I hope to draw some inspiration from careless, confident Lavinia Nebbs, the woman who was as cool as mint ice cream. Watch out, Lavinia. I’m coming for your coolness. Ice cream may be a danger to my health, but I won’t let it just sit there taunting me. I’ll find the funny details of unfortunate situations, and I’ll try my hardest to take part in satisfying hobbies. I hope that, through some trial and error, I, too, can become as cool as mint ice cream.