Let's keep this short
July 17, 2008, 3:02 p.m. by Jon
Poasting from New Mexico *stop*
Sitting in Sante Fe cafe *stop*
Laptop battery almo
I call Dibs
July 3, 2008, 5:47 p.m. by Jon
What a boring day, and by boring I mean... well, uneventful kinda. The Boss was out, and I've actually been the only person in the office all day today. It's 5:45 PM. I should be leaving now. _I should be_.
So anyways, the day. It's spent sitting in front of a computer mostly copy/pasting information back and forth between an executive summary and the main report. _I write reports IRL_. But it's boring, and I'm bored, and forget trying to focus on any one thing. So lunch rolls around at 11:00-ish and I head out for some sweet Panera Bread sustenance. I get to read [In Search of Memory](http://www.nytimes.com/2006/04/09/books/review/09nuland.html) for a while and it's pretty damn interesting. _Nerves! Proteins! Charged Ion Channels!_ The first part of it is mostly review for anyone who may have taken a class that covered cell biology. It covers it in a historical perspective, though, so even if you can still remember all the way back to those college courses (assuming you didn't sleep through them), it makes for any interesting read about the people behind the discoveries.
After finishing up there I run by B&N to pick up a book covering Chinese characters and their stroke order (no, this is not about epileptic kung fu actors). I want to do something productive, and the Olympics are coming up, this could be productive (maybe I'll post about it).
On to the meat of the story. I'm cruising around with the windows down rocking some [Röyksopp](http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jl4rwMZWATs) and it's damn hot. I pass up my normal turn-off and pull into a Walgreen to get some icy deliciousness (see where this is heading). I'm not sure what I want, it just has to be cold. And then I see them, Dibs, man. They're almost an iconic ice-cream treat, like Dip-N-Dots or astronaut ice-cream. So I grab a 26 piece container and head on my way. It's hot, the ice-cream is cold, my lap feels like an arctic prairie on a cool spring afternoon. This stuff is awesome. I just consumed 99% of my saturated fat for the day _no lie!_
I get back here to spend the rest of the afternoon browsing the internet and avoiding doing any actual work. Browsing the net I find some pics of Dibs containers to post here and they all have different brand names. Apparently, Nestle owns Dreyer's Grand Ice Cream Holdings, Inc. So that explains the Dreyer's labels and the Nestle labels, but what about this Edy's that I see too?
_Let's call Dreyer's_.
I call the number on the container and ask the lady on the line why there are Dreyer's and Edy's ice-cream products. Turns out that Breyers, not to be confused with Dreyer's, is an east-coast product, and so as not to have to compete with Breyers brand wise, Dreyer's used their co-founder Joseph Edy's name.
Someone should tell Dreyer's that Texas is East of the Rockies, I want some Edy's ice-cream now.