Like many folks, I like to read the “funnies” first thing in the
morning, because there’s no better way to wake up than to have your
intelligence insulted. As everyone knows, the mass retirement of Bill Watterson, Gary Larson, and Berke Breathed left the comix a wasteland of insipid banality, with few exceptions. This morning’s Sunday Globe slammed me in the face with back-to-back Janet “jokes” from Doonesbury (who stopped being funny when Reagan stopped being president — I think the ’89 retirees had something there) and Foxtrot. This, after several weeks of being bombarded by references to the Superbowl non-event from strips ranging from Jump Start to Mallard Fillmore (surprise).
Dear comic strip “artists”: “wardrobe malfunction” jokes stopped being
funny sometime around 5pm, February 2. Yes, I know it takes longer to
turn around your Sunday strip. Maybe that’s why you shouldn’t do
current events? Thanks.
To finish up today’s roundup of the Globe’s Sunday comics:
- Ironic that Dilbert and the revived Opus (which the Globe kindly does not preface with a title and author) should be next to each other, considering Breathed’s kind words
for Adams. I’m still holding my breath (er, no pun intended) for Opus
to break through with the kind of humor Bloom County was famous for. - Garfield must die. Die. Die. Die.
- Jeffy of “The Family Circus” turns seven. Again. At this rate he’ll hit puberty in 2130 and this undead comic strip from hell will finally be laid to rest.
