I went to the movies this afternoon and watched The Lovely Bones. Oh. It's been a while since I read the book, but I know it was much better than the movie. It seemed to go for a while (should have expected that because of past experience with Peter Jackson ay), but nothing really happened.

And to be honest, if heaven's that cheesy, when I die I'd rather stay in the ground.

Jen's purchase of a Hoyts choc-top, which at $5.30 was in itself an enlightening experience, got me thinking. Well, that's not true actually; what really got me thinking was the ice cream I ate just now, which was analogous to a choc-top in that it was ice cream and it was covered in chocolate. Either way..I've been doing some thinking.

As we talked about the price of ice cream these days, I remembered that the most expensive ice cream I've ever eaten was, in essence, a choc-top. It was soft serve dipped in chocolate, and in the Italian riveria town Portofino, where people have helicopters moored to their yachts, it was called a Penguin and it cost 5 euros (and tragically, as I ate it, I was careless in the heat, and a huge chunk of the chocolate, probably 3 euros' worth, fell on the ground).

I wondered, what is so different here between the Penguin and the 2 dollar choc-tops we used to get from the ice cream truck in Wooli? Those ones came with a flake, and the chocolate somehow melded to the ice cream so it didn't break apart. And the truck used to drive right past our house, so there was an added convenience factor that is unequalled.

I also wondered why, in Sweden, the ice cream truck comes in the dead of winter but I never heard it in summer. Then I wondered why every ice cream truck in Australia plays Greensleeves. It really was a day of deep, deep thinking and now I am exhausted and left with a question for you, reader.

Regardless of price, or convenience, location or presence/absence of flake, reader, why is the chocolate itself more fulfilling than the ice cream, in a way that chocolate alone is not? Why is the act of nibbling off the coating of a chocolate-covered ice cream so satisfying?

Answer me that, and I'll die happy. Regardless of how cheesy heaven is in the Lovely Bones.