Brewster Rockit by Tim Rickard for November 30, 2010

Whoa there, sunny Jim!

It’s now time to shoot for the moon.

Don’t forget the Vaseline!

Don’t touch my space junk!

Just remember, no groping!

Repeat?

All done in the name of G*d….

More like, all done so as not to offend certain people who believe in a certain g*d… who are very nearly the only threat one has to worry about, even to many of their own.

A little deep for Brewster, don’t you think.

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Brewster: Have you talked to your doctor about your asteroid problem?

I foresee a deep search coming.

Pam’s about to probe the craters of his full moon.

I would have thought they’d turn Brewster’s search over to SETI…

To go where no man has gone before?

If I properly understand what’s implied by panels two and three, Brewster’s behind bears a certain resemblance to a grilled cheese sandwich…

And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings… homage to John Magee

Looks like Crewman Ben Dover is about to enter a black hole.

TSA: Touching Someone’s A__.

One of the few quotes Reagan ever used appropriately, as part of the Challenger eulogy here at JSC.

I’ll bet it’s not the face of God he’ll be touching, although Brewster might have a few exclamations that begin with our Lord’s name.