She's Da Bomb, Pop.

Summer has finally arrived in Los Angeles. I know most of the rest of the country has had it for a while now, but our summer tends to arrive late in August and wear out it’s welcome well into October. In fact, I remember one Thanksgiving here that found me in shorts and a t-shirt and wishing I had made pumpkin ice cream instead of pumpkin pie. It happens.

And in honor of that 107 degrees that my neighborhood apparently hit today, something a little cooler is in order.

The girl riding the bomb image has become pretty iconic. I believe it was used on some nose cones of WWII planes, right? There is also that whole thing from Dr. Strangelove. But here's the thing, I don’t like that whole war vibe. And what could be less war-like than a popsicle? Well, unless you have siblings, because there will always, always be an argument over who gets the last Alexander the Grape. I always liked Little Orphan Orange, myself.

Let's Cuttle.

My grandfather loved mermaids. He collected them. Not real ones, mind you, just images of mermaids. I’ve always kinda liked them too.  Especially the scary ones. Like the ones in that Harry Potter movie...or better yet, have you seen Peter Pan with Jason Issacs? Because you should. Them’s some spooky fish!

Anyway, this one is no spooky fish girl. Let’s Cuttle: