confused
Why are they called ice cubes when they even aren’t cubes at all? I mean, sure, they are hexahedrons, but none of the faces are even remotely square. Maybe “ice hexahedrons” just doesn’t roll off of the tongue as easily.
Sure, a perfect cube wouldn’t come out of the damn tray as easily, but it would be worth it just for the aesthetic delight. (Much like the thrill of putting a cube of sugar in a cup of tea makes it seem to taste better than a shapeless heap of crystals dumped in with a spoon does.) (Or four cubes, one doesn’t quite provide the right amount of sweetness for my sugary tooth.)
Where was I? Where am I? Ice. Yeah. Saw a movie a long time ago, like 20 years ago, Harrison Ford starring as a crazy inventor that builds an ice machine in the jungle. Mosquito Coast. That was the name of the film, I think. It’s been so long, can’t remember if his ice was cubical or not.
I really hate those round cylinders of ice you get from a lot of ice-makers. Rubbish, that’s what that is. No, it should be a perfect cube, say, three centimeters to a side, so you get a perfect 27 cubic centimeters of frozen H20. That would be a nice right treat, that.
10:37 pm - way past time for me to be in bed, damn the internet! Over an hour past my time of retreat. Sleep, cruel sleep. To bed I go. My ice is melting, my drink diluted, my rantings fizzle out to a premature finish, lacking closure, satisfaction or even a hint of pleasure for you, the poor reader.
