Brewster Rockit by Tim Rickard for December 01, 2009

Oh Dr. Mel, you’re such a cut up!

“Mel” the Merciless.

Reminds me of little boys hitting each other, if one has the sense to get out of the way, his friends call him a chicken. Duuuuuh, even a chicken would be smart enough to move.

Actual conversation heard while dining. Outdoors. During our honeymoon.

“Mom! He bit my nose!!!” “But Mom! He put his nose in my mouth!”

Ever since then I’ve wondered….

Did it taste like chicken?

Yeah hey I was busy looking at cheerleaders…

Do cheerleaders taste like chicken?

That guy must be a NYC pedestrian.

FWIW, I think the return of color makes the artwork more vivid, not less so. :)

Uh, Dr. Mel, how many Earthlings do you know that expect to be hit from outer space by a mad scientist with too much time on his hands?

P.S.: And now please welcome the star of my new avatar, Chief Sagamore of the classic comic strip Tumbleweeds! :)

Color…

Mad man mel!

That’s right, Doctor Toon. The white mice and the dolphins got out while the getting was good. :))

Actually, I submit that the problem with us humans isn’t lack of intelligence, it’s lack of wisdom. Different things, those are.

I agree - I think the color makes the artwork better! (Especially for this old person’s eyes - makes it easier for me to distinguish the different objects quickly.)

Hey Dr. Mel, try aiming those things at unintelligent life instead; the rest of us will thank you.

Start with an easy target, like the Crawford Ranch.

Yay! Color!

Lewreader, OK, I’ll be the one….fish, buddy, fish…everybody knows that! (Fourth grade lost a good man when I left..)

I knew a squirrel like that.