Brewster Rockit by Tim Rickard for August 30, 2019

Hungry, Jack?

“Courage and fortitude, men! This is no time to waffle.”

Just one more reason I never photograph my food.

Reminds me of a work email I get daily from the “Department of Spiritual Health”. An absolute word salad of incomprehensibility.

“I shall hunt them down and destroy them, wherever they may be.”

I can never photograph my food. By the time I take a picture of it, I would’ve already gobbled it up.

I envision Brewster covered in butter and syrup.

I get the ‘Thought Of The Week’ from HR on Monday mornings. My first unopened delete of the week.

That’s one way to try to recruit Rip Haywire as a new stormtropper

It’s hard to be objective before breakfast. (That’s why some have believed as many as six impossible things then.)

At last! An objective I can attain!

Sign on a pancake house: “Our flapjacks sell like hotcakes!”

Add a picture of a crock of real butter and maple syrup and I’m definitely inspired!

What do we want?

A pancake worth fighting for.

(Early considerations of lyrics to the song for MULAN. )

That’s the delegate from the Planet of the Pancake People.

The person who discovered how to turn sap into maple syrup was rightly worshipped as a God.