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England discovers flavored cream cheese...finally

In this land where Philadelphia Cream Cheese is simply called Philadelphia (as in, would you like some Philadelphia?, which never sounds quite right to my ears), I've only ever seen two varieties of cream cheese in ye olde dairy section: regular or light. None of my beloved strawberry or honey flavor, just plain ol' plain. Not too exciting.

Until now, that is. Kraft rolled out a new version of the cream cheese mixed with Cadbury's chocolate. It's delicious. It's really good on bagels. It's a start. Now maybe someone will get a revolutionary idea and try other flavors (like strawberry or honey, which I prefer). But then again, considering this duo is thought of as "adventurous," I'm not getting my hopes up.

O Waffle House, Our Waffle House

I've been to a Waffle House barely more than a handful of times. Maybe because of that, each stands out in my mind as unique and interesting. There was the time I won a stand-up comedy contest (back when I worked up a routine as a hobby/public speaking/writing exercise), beating out a particularly slimy ex who wanted to do it as a career. It also happened to be my birthday. Four rather cute Air Force officers I knew from a favorite dance club took me to Waffle House to celebrate. It was one my most memorable birthdays.

My visits were all in my single days and usually after the bars closed, once with a group of friends, a couple times with guys I'd danced with all night at my favorite karaoke dive before we moved on to the late-night, post-bar delight that is Waffle House. Once I even took my mom there on Christmas Day after returning from a road trip. I remember it as unusual and fun; she recently told me it gave her indigestion. Oh well, we can't all see the glory in the story of being able to say you had Christmas dinner at Waffle House.

My husband recently pointed me to the worst poem ever, which happens to be by and about Waffle House. Inspiration struck, and I had to dash out my own customer's response. It may not be Whitman, but at least it beats out Waffle House's own ditty. I like to keep the bar low.

O Waffle House, Our Waffle House
You mean the world to Us
The customers, the kings
The folk who need no fuss

O Waffle House, Our Waffle House
You always make Our night
At bars we drink, then waffles eat
There often is a fight

O Waffle House, Our Waffle House
Why do you taste so fine?
Why do a few tequilas
always make Us long to dine?

O Waffle House, Our Waffle House
diced hash browns seem no threat
We love them in the hazy night
But morning brings regret

Dr. Pepper is a many-splendored thing

OK, I know it's goofy, but today I took pictures of sugar-free Dr. Pepper. In the UK, that's called Dr. Pepper Zero, and the packaging just got a makeover. For some odd reason, I found that really cool and interesting -- maybe because I'm been a "Pepper" pretty much all my life.

We order groceries online, and when they came today, the new look gave me a small surprise (seriously, unpacking groceries is pretty dull, so any little thing can spice it up). Still having a six-pack of the old version in the cupboard, I did a little comparison. As seen below, the can on the left is new, whilst the one on the right is the old design. The old design looks exactly like the non-diet version (expect for the word "Zero"). Which seems ill-advised, as I know I've accidentally gotten the full-sugar variety before.



I really prefer the U.S. version of this drink, that being Diet Dr. Pepper and caffeine-free Diet Dr. Pepper. Unfortunately, there's no caffeine-free Dr. Pepper Zero in the UK. Below is a pic found online, which I guess is the current look of Diet Dr. Pepper in the U.S. Dr. Pepper Zero now looks a lot-more like its American cousin. Just a mildly interesting tidbit. Or not, based on your attachment to diet soda.

Come on, wouldn't you like to be a Pepper, too?

And the beat goes on ... and on

There's that night I only got a couple hours sleep, so thought I'd sleep in. Jackhammer said, "Ha. Haha." Workmen yelling to each other said, "He. Hehe." Well, you win this round. And every other round. Heavy machinery trumps the average Jane every time. Don't worry about missing the action, they keep just few enough guys working at any given time to stretch the job out for months.

Snowfall signals end times in UK

See that, up above? That is mayhem. That is destruction. That is the tiny dribble of snow that tossed Britian into chaos harder than a monkey tosses poo at those dorks who heckle primates at the zoo. Or at least that's what some news outlets would have you think. It really didn't cause major problems down South (except at the mighty Heathrow), but I'm assuming it did in other parts of the UK -- or else newspapers just love to exagerate the headlines. Probably, it's a little of both.

Here's one from the Telegraph (which actually read "Just three inches of snow halts half of all flights at Heathrow" on the main page):

Britain faces a month of weather chaos as snow wrecks travel plans

Those type of headlines are balanced out, oddly enough, by a very unlikely voice of reason -- The Daily Mail. It suggests:

Scaremongering weathermen need to chill out, this is NOT Siberian weather

Y'all, when the freakin' Daily Mail is telling you to take it down a notch, you know things have gotten out of control. It may be a sign of the end of days. Check your Mayan calendars at will.

Sh*t Journalists Say (more or less)

Ah, memories. Oddly, it doesn't include slamming down the phone/storming in and spewing forth the kind of profanity that would make a sailor stand up and salute. Ah well, maybe that's for the next vid. This was made by the good folks at Stuff Journalists Like.