Brewster Rockit by Tim Rickard for November 06, 2009

Oy…my head is spinning…

Better a spinning head than an empty one.

What a twit…

Well, at least he has something to look forward to.

That’s gonna ruin his whole day.

But if the tweet can reenter the timestream at any point, what prevents the individual bits in the tweet to be individually randomly strewn timewise, scrambling the message and avoiding paradox?

Oh, right. That would violate the First Law of Comedic Physics. Only When It’s Funny.

How well we’ve been conditioned to think of death as anything but death.

Sorry, but that’s tragicomic to me if to no one else, and it’s the best I can come up with right now. (yawns from lack of sleep)

It’s nice to know that, when twits die, they take their twittering devices with them. Saves us the trouble of stomping on them.

PS: “Meanwhile, yesterday,” is one of the best captions I’ve ever read.

Hey, that means he should have known he was in Limbo, so why did he ask where he was when he got there? (Nov. 3)

OK - now I’M confused. Is this actually today’s comic, or is it tomorrow’s, or was it yesterday’s?

What’s all this? Two physicians caused Brewster’s early demise? Isn’t that against the hypnocricket oath?

And that’s the paradox (or quartet of vets.)

Tim must read Drabble. There was a sequence, earlier this year about Norman getting text messages from his future self, including one telling him to take Ralph to the hospital. Good thing, too, as Ralph had appendicitis.

Haiku has its place It is lyric’ly pretty But it’s just not prose.

Our actions cause our actions.

“I am the master of my fate,

“Captain, you’ve run ’er aground again!”