Alright, sit down for this one.
I mean it.
Sit.

Because I saw something today that made me do a full-body “Whaaaat is this?!” arm-sweep.

You ready?

Mark Tod Kislingbury — Mister Magnum Steno himself — has an anagram of his own name on his homepage.

Cute idea, right?
Little personality, little flair, little “Hey guys, look, I’m fun!”

Except…

EXCEPT…

The anagram he picked…
the one he proudly put on display…
the one he thought was meaningful…

was this:

“My kid, stroking a blur.”

AND I SAID,
“BUDDY…
MARK…
DO YOU READ WHAT YOU PUT ON YOUR SITE?!”

Stroking a blur..??

That’s not an anagram.
That’s a CONFESSION.
That’s my entire Magnum Steno review in four words!

I’m standing there like a cartoon character with my jaw on the floor.

THE MAN ROASTED HIS OWN METHOD.

You ever see someone roast themselves so perfectly you can’t even add to it?
Like, the roast is DONE.
Complete.
Wrapped.
Thank you for your time.

I mean, this is Shakespeare-level irony.

The guy builds a system that turns your writing into static on an old TV — just shhhhhh — and then he goes:

“Hey, look at this adorable anagram of my name! It says stroking a blur! Isn’t that fun?”

FUN?!

MARK…

That’s literally what reporters say when they CAN’T READ THEIR NOTES.

That’s like if KFC rebranded with
“Kentucky Fried Guesswork.”

Or if Tesla launched a slogan that said:
“Sometimes it stays in its lane.”

You cannot write a funnier punchline than someone writing their own punchline.

Meanwhile, over here with Buck Foolery…

I plug my pseudonym into the same anagram machine.
You know what I get?

“Buckle yo’ fro.”

And I’m like:
YES.
THAT’S the energy.
That’s the vibe.
That’s the brand.

Strap in.
Get ready.
Hold on to your fro ‘cause
I’ve got clarity to deliver.

Not:
“I hope you can read this mess later.”
Like some people we won’t name
(but rhymes with Barc Tod Fizlingbury).

The Universe Is Doing Stand-Up Now

Let me tell you something — this is divine comedy.
This is cosmic open mic night.
This is the alphabet taping a Netflix special.

The universe didn’t just wink.
It leaned in and whispered:

“Yo, you seeing this?”

One system literally anagrams into unreadable notes.
The other anagrams into a hype man from 1974.

You can’t beat that.

You cannot beat REAL irony.
Not when the man posts it HIMSELF.

In Closing: Mark, Buddy… C’mon.

Mark, I say this with love…
c’mon.

Before you post an anagram online, read it out loud.
Call a friend.
Run it by a committee.
Do a vibe check.
Hold it under a UV lamp.
Something.

Because the next time you put your name into an anagram generator, it might spit out:

“My kid, this is a red flag.”

And I don’t know if your homepage can handle that level of honesty.