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Frosted Flakes ekes out the win at last after a closely fought battle with Honey Nut Cheerios. The final bracket is right here if you’d like to review the goings-on in their entirety.
Stay tuned for the N Cookie AA next month. Starch Madness! And thanks for playing; we’ll see you next time.
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Ugh. Wholly unsatisfied with these results. All my faves got knocked out in Round 2, and from that point on, I was pretty much voting against other cereals. At least oatmeal didn’t win.
I voted for HNC, but tip my hat to my boyfriend’s all-time favorite cereal. Congratulations to Frosted Flakes!
This was so much fun!
Victory is ours, Frosted Flakes! WOOO!!!
I just had a big giant bowl last night, before bed. YUM to the max!
Ha, I really thought the nutters would take it. :D Oh well, it was fun.
P.S. Hee @ orange cats. BTW, I swear this looks just like Nikolai:
http://icanhascheezburger.com/2009/08/01/funny-pictures-proud-of-his-reputation/
YAY!
I don’t think I ever noticed Tony’s little kerchief before. I love how many animated characters are nattily accessorized from the neck up but then don’t have pants.
That Tony is awfully cute. I looked up my Honey Nut *voice breaks* in Google Images, and the bee wears shoes and a shirt, but no pants. Maybe it’s hard to draw them convincingly.
Anyway, the bee concedes. It was a tough race, but our opponent was just sweeter and crunchier. But we have nothing–NOTHING–to be ashamed of!
Huzzah for sugar coated flakes!
YEAH! Cheerios can officially SUCK IT!!!!
BOOOOO!
HNC will always be #1 in my heart (actually Golden Grahams will be but they got knocked out in round 1 for crying out loud.)
@ Sars: I’d never noticed it either, I guess. I also never realized Tony’s nose is SO BLUE. ALSO… until last night, I didn’t notice the “of corn” under the name of the cereal.
BTW, has all of the reviously red font turned blue, in honor of Tony’s nose?
That happens every time I upgrade the WordPress software; I have to go back and change it by hand and I just haven’t gotten around to it.
I’m thrilled with Cheerios loss.
One of my favorite things about Tony has always been his neckerchief. It’s so jauntily tied.
And: fixed, finally. Every time, I forget how I did it last time and there’s a whole day of kookiness. Sorry, guys!
I still mourn the loss of Cinnamon Toast Crunch.
::sigh::
When I was but a wee one, my dad finished off the box of Frosted Flakes and then said, “Hey, do you want me to order this stuffed Tony doll off the back?”
Um, yes please!
I helped him tape four quarters to the card we cut out of the box (this was about ’71 or ’72, people) (I’m old) and he took it to his work and mailed it. Six to eight weeks later I got my stuffed Tony — complete with neckerchief — and then proceeded to drag him around like a drunken sorority sister for the next two or three years.
::sigh:: Then he disappeared and I was sad.
Fast forward to a couple of years ago, I happened upon A STUFFED TONY on Ebay! Huzzah! Not gonna tell ya how much I paid, as I would like to remain married, but it was worth it.
You go, Tony.
So do I, J.
I bought a box on my way home. So looking forward to a celebratory bowl that I may actually set the alarm 10 minutes early to savor it.
Well, yay for the lesser of two evils.
Bring on the cookies – at least the prospect that something chocolate will make it past Round 2. I don’t suppose my peanut butter cookie with the peanut butter cup jammed into it can be included? I promise you they’re awesome.
Lisa, love that story. And “drag him around like a drunken sorority sister”? Consider it stolen, my friend.
@cayenne: We anticipate having so many entrants that we’ll probably end up doing a preliminary vote just to narrow it down to bracket qualifiers. Pepperidge Farm alone is probably 40 varieties. In fact, just Milanos is probably a dozen.
…Why do I start these projects? Whyeeeeeeeee?
I can only guess that you, like those people who willingly choose certain cookies not to be named til the next bracket, must be subconsciously convinced that pain and deprivation are your lot in life.
That peanut butter cup cookie sounds really good.
That was so fun! Thanks for doing this. Looking forward to the cookies!
@Emerson: they’re really good; everyone who tries them says so (email me at cayenne-9t1 AT hotmail DOT com if you want the recipe). I’ve been making them since I was 12, and the recipe for them was found in a Seventeen magazine lying around a doctor’s office.
Definitely they were the most productive thing to come out of my short stint in therapy :).
I thought the site looked nifty in blue, but – not very tomatoey.
Can’t wait for the Cookie Playoffs!
Me neither, Margaret! *pounds fist into palm*
I will be emailing you, cayenne!
MilaaaaAAAANNNNOOOOOSSS!
If I can’t remember the last time I had them, is it OK to buy a bag and eat them?
All at one sitting?
….no, I probably couldn’t anyway, and I might die trying. But in one week, yes?
MUUUULLLLAAAANOOOOOSSS!
If you can’t down a bag of ‘nos in one sitting, you just ain’t tryin’.
Milanos…I like those. I must go buy some now.
However, I am pre-voting against anything with jam in it. No Peek Freans, no jellyrolls, not even those chocolate-covered marshmallow thingamapuffs – they just aren’t happening because jam in cookies is blerfy.
Brussels. The crunch rocks.