Brannigans Law

This morning I woke up feeling guilty. I felt bad about the altercation that I had with the online anagram creator last night. I...I just can't live normally knowing that there is someone out there that I am not at peace with. I thought (as it's Sunday morning) I'd return to make amends...but as you can see...it started off on the wrong foot right away. Computers hold grudges it seems...they've got a special memory cache for it.



Me: Are you still here?

sternest: Hoarsely true lie.
Me: I didn't lie. THAT'S a lie...
sternest: It isn't the ideal dial.
Me: No. It isn't, is it? Lying is never right. A you going to be honest now?
sternest: In virgin's interesting hostility. Beauty! Now soothing on ego.
Me: Oh! My virginity is soothing your ego huh? Cause' you're such the player right?
sternest: Yo-ho-ho! Stymying visit in rigour. Hey You! Oh! Shut Up! Secure large ache. Right.
Me: SHUT UP? SHUT UP? What the heck is that. Why are you so hurtful? Why do you act this way?
sternest: Up the hush-hush twit up the attacks. Oh Wow! Ahoy! Truly fructuous heyday. A shy wit.
Me: I think you may need a hug. You're obviously looking for attention with these outbursts,
sternest: Hey You! Geek of inhumanity ardour. Bovinely stink out wit to hooligan. Hot, true subsets.
Me: Those were definitley not hot subsets. I do not stink. I just showered.
sternest: Ethylene if now toothier oddities. This junk stutters now obsessed.
Me: Don't call me a junk stutter you pile of silicon and wires!!!!! You're the junk! IBM...garbage.
sternest: Unkemptly insulted to ejaculator. Tenacious self-injury hoodwinker. I'm a beg brag.
Me: You are a braggart. Also...I thought you got all of your sexual insults out of your system last time
sternest: Hoorah! Fatuously beggar agitator. Anxiously lout outrageously. Lust. Tamest of mysteriously.
Me: There's the lout again. You bastard machine. I'll format your ass!
sternest: Stealthy, outrageous brain death. Famously manic harlotries.
Me: Brain death...you threatening me with a stealthy brain death?
sternest: Inebriety and tougher anathema. The thrashed wit banality.
Me: huh?
Me: That's was odd...
sternest: Shod sad watt.
Me: Here we go again with the meaningless babble...
sternest: Beware both hateable weighing. Gainless men.
Me: You're just like a proverb machine aren't you? Stupid anagram creator. I've bested you this time!
sternest: Venerably or impetuous hijacker. Maturity and rancorous great ape. Obese tumidity thieves.
Me: Ouch...my pride.
sternest: Dumpy, heroic.


At this point I was in tears. Dumpy heroic. So cutting, so sarcastic, and.........so very, very hurtful.

The following is a little altercation that I got into with an online anagram creator that works things you type into other words. Apparently hurtfully. The following is the 'conversation' that occurred between myself and the interweb computer thingy. Naturally, I started typing the first thing that came to mind:

ME: fart homer

COMPUTER: From hater.

ME: Really, that's the best you could come up with?

COMPUTER: Obtusely splutter headachy lout. I'm the cow.

ME: I've never been called a lout. I will destroy you!

COMPUTER: Well I Never! Ineducable volatile. Yours toyed.

ME: Mine toyed? You bastard! I'll blast your ass with an emp.

COMPUTER: Substantially bemoaned adroitly. Up wishy maestro.

ME: Oooooo! Call me maestro one more time, and I will not respond so politely! Got it

COMPUTER: O Dear Me! On a loose loo to a commoner. Insipiently molested to poor-will. Got it.

ME: You butt munching gorilla lover! What the hell kind of crazy English insult was that? Loose loo....

COMPUTER: Unlovably meriting rough-cut fool. Hence! Ghastly enthrall whiz kid. Is not hollowest as a lout.

ME: Resorting to molestation as well...that's low.

sternest: Now emotionless traitors gloat. Hell! Watts.

ME: What did I tell you about calling me a lout? I am not a traitor! I was vindicated in court!

COMPUTER: Now mutilated laughable docility. Wit as irrational automation. Conducted trivia.

ME: Well...that doesn't make sense at all.

COMPUTER: Keen mad, tattletale shallowness.

ME: You're spouting gibberish.

COMPUTER: Is youngish, grubbier poet.

ME: You're not even using proper sentence structure

COMPUTER: Sneering, opportune voyeur. Cuter erectness nut.

ME: Do you have access to my browser history? Um....I should get going...

COMPUTER: Beauty! Coward smooches voyeurism. Doggishly snootier thug.

ME: Uh...I take it all back...just don't post this anywhere...

COMPUTER: Adapt jauntiest skill bucktooth. Is wry heathen.

ME: Good bye now....please don't post the stuff about dogs, voyeurism, and erectness...

COMPUTER: Whoops! Sedate potent golden boy. Disfavor smudgy, bounteous fat. 'e's centres.

ME: Good bye

sternest: Do bogey.

ME: right...bye

COMPUTER: 'ey! Bright.

ME: byr

ME: i mean bye

COMPUTER: By meanie.

ME: damn it

COMPUTER: Dim ant.

ME: please, leave me alone now.

COMPUTER: Envelope on a lame weasel.

ME: These slurs are starting to hurt me...

COMPUTER: Horseshit! Mutterer strangulates.

ME: WHOA, WHOA, WHOA! IS THAT A THREAT???

COMPUTER: Oh Wow! Ha Ha! A twit to a heat rash.

ME: That's it...I'm calling the cops.

COMPUTER: Complaint's ethical tights.

ME: You're right...it'll never hold up in court. Darn ethical tights ruining my case.


Never have I been given such a verbal lashing...the computers....they are becoming sentient!

If you have not noticed, I am a fan of Marvel Comics. Occasionally I will post a neat picture, or movie review of Marvel fare, and today is one of those occasions.

Above is the cliffhanger image at the end of Marvel's Secret Invasion mini-series second issue that hit the bookshelves on May 7th. It shows the ''not-so-secret-anymore' invasion of an alien race who is trying to conquer Earth.
A bunch of these baddies may look pretty familiar to you as they were 'engineered' as 'super soldiers' with the powers of many of Earth's heroes and villains. Think you can guess who's who?

Also, Nancy and I gathered with a few friends to see Iron Man opening night last Friday. It was great. Robert Downe Jr was so good in it. He played the part perfectly! Likeably- He pulled it off. Play boy - He puled it off. Genius - He pulled it off. Again, I thought he was great!

The perfect casting award goes to the film not for Downey Jr, but instead Jeff Bridges. The baldness plus beard was awesome!



Bridges played Obadiah Stane, a big wig in Stark Corp, Tony Stark's multi-billion dollar business. (It wouldn't be a comic book movie without a multi-billion dollar business would it?)
The action was great, the story was good, and there were a few laughs to boot. It's good enough to make a grown man stop daydreaming about web slinging and wall crawling, and start dreaming about flying around in a mechanized suit of armor. Enjoy the movie folks!

Here at Charlottetown Toyota, we understand that we service some of the finest vehicles on the road. The 09' Lexus RX, the Toyota FJ, Solara, and the one 87 Toyota Camry that is still on the roads in PEI.
With such a high scale line of vehicles coming in and out, we are attune to seeing the occasional celebrity grace the halls of out building. Today was such a day.

Jeff Hutcheson was in today. THE Jeff Hutcheson, from CANADA A.M!

BAM! I'm one degree of separation from that doofus Seamus O'Regan, and no doubt one step closer to the evil Rod Black.

Needless to say, calming myself was not an option today! That's what it's like in the glorious and jet set life of the Toyota Service Advisor!

In all seriousness, Mr. Hutcheson was a first class guy, and extremely pleasant to serve!