Brewster Rockit by Tim Rickard for May 26, 2009

ROTFL! Nothing worse than drive -by toastings….

You humans are toast! Feel my grilled bread product!

Wake up and smell the coffee.

Margueritem, how is it that you always get here first? You must wake up and smell the coffee early indeed!

Of course, Brewster likely will never think of shutting off the power or unplugging the cords, and neither will anyone else.

I had a week like this once: the dryer caught fire and burned my undies, the microwave exploded sending up a plume of smoke, the oven turned itself on then refused to turn off (thank heaven I was standing right there!), and the dishwasher gasket blew, sending water EVERYWHERE. I was so frustrated I decided that I needed to get something to eat and the only thing that was working was the toaster. Guess what happened. Yep, two pieces of sourdough rye - right in the kisser.

How the Cylon rebellion REALLY began. Damned toasters! (But some of the skin jobs were HOT!)

OR pshearer maybe the beginnings of Skynet?

True, true, some mornings even inanimate objects seem posessed.

I just heard an interview with Stephan Pastis where he was thinking of developing a new character of a toaster who tells the future.

I have a victrola that tells the past.

Hello Toast! I greatly admire your ship!

There are few things with more glamor or more soul-satisfying than to smash a computer with a sledge hammer and send it’s little parts flying

I propose a toast, with coffee! PappyFiddle, please don’t anger the computers ……

PappyFiddle, I often feel like reprogramming my computer with an axe…

Ever since that thread about earworms, I’ve been having one in my brain:

Please, Mr. Custer http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bpAX7ktnQ

Please, Mr. Toaster I don’t want no toast Hey, Mr. Toaster Please don’t make me toast

I’ve had a call from work The computers have gone berserk Now I am finding at home That you’re bouncing bread right offa my dome

Please, Mr. Toaster I don’t want no toast Hey, Mr. Toaster Please don’t make me toast

Don’t mess with the affairs of toasters for they are vindictive and will pee on your computer.

PappyFiddle took an axe, And gave his Apple forty whacks. When he saw what he had done, He gave his PC forty-one.

RAKKAV: No, I haven’t gone to bed yet when the cartoons change.

…here’s to a good life filled with happiness…oops…wrong type of toast….

Thanks, Margueritem! One less mystery to rattle around in my brain. :)

Talking toasters take the thrill out of techno terrorism.