Brewster Rockit by Tim Rickard for June 27, 2010

Trapped in the Wormhole are the words: ”MY SPLEEEN!”

“Exotic matter” is interesting stuff. It has negative mass, and goes in the opposite direction that you push it. Line a wormhole with it, and things falling in can escape “spaghettification.”

It’s still probably hard on the spleen, though.

That sandworm that’s next to Dr. Mel might be named Winky’s Revenge. All praise to Muad’Dib.

“Shake Your Booty said, That sandworm that’s next to Dr. Mel might be named Winky’s Revenge. All praise to Muad’Dib.”

Ha, ha, ha,ha… He, he, he, he…

Actually the spleen is the only thing that survives the trip through the wormhole. There’s a society on the far side of the galaxy that believes they’re sending an invasion force to Earth through their end of the hole, but all they’re really doing is delivering a steady stream of replacement spleens to Dr. Mel.

I’ll buy that, Puddleglum.

And Winky falls prey to Dr. Mel once again. Spleen away Winky, spleen away!

Too late, the wormhole’s filled with spam already.

I thought this phenomenon was called “rush hour traffic.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hammered the spammer.

Instead of Winky, let’s toss the spammer down the wormhole…WITHOUT the protection of exotic matter, of course!

No exotic matter for the spammer, just cheap imitation matter

I liked Madeline L’Engle’s term better: “Tesseract”. Although I guess the concept was a little different: moving through another dimension to travel between folds of spacetime.

I actually feel as though I learned something here today.

Thanks Dr. Mel!

Dr. Mel likes to throw out little factoids about space on Sundays, and I enjoy reading them.

TR just wanted to play with his new modeling software, I bet. If the curvature of space is a Moebius strip instead of a simple curve, wouldn’t the wormhole lead you into a different universe instead of somewhere in this one?

Oh, stick it up your wormhole.

Shut your hole, worm.

(If you’re going to be a worm, OWN it, don’t deny it.)