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Opus, 1/30/05

So like any right-thinking person who enjoys the comics, I consider Bloom County to have been one of the greatest strips ever. Thus I’ve been primed to love Opus, which is essentially Bloom County in Sunday-only form. Except that … I don’t. I don’t hate it, but I’m not sure to what degree the enjoyment I do get out of it is a result of residual goodwill. This strip is a good example of the reasons for my frustration. The strip uses the expansive large-format space that Berke Breathed extracted from the syndicates thanks to his clout in order to set up … Steve Dallas getting hit in the genitals with a baseball! Berke Breathed’s a genius, so there are plenty of nice little touches that you catch on the second and third reading — I’ve always loved the way he inserts photographs into the strips as he does in the top row, and I think the chickens fleeing in various directions in the next-to-last panel are funny. But still, it’s all in the service of a man-getting-hit-in-the-balls joke. Am I getting too mature in my old age?

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Sally Forth, 1/29/05

Maybe the nature of this blog has left me seeing comic self-referentiality everywhere, but this edition of Sally Forth strikes me as a bold declaration of intent: this comic is not going to be doing work comic strips anymore. Now that Ralph is gone, there’s no more point! Everything at work is happy and sunshine and candycanes and la la la! No conflict! And without conflict, there’s no story! (If only the strip had come to that realization about a week sooner.) It’s the equivalent of offering to fight someone with one hand tied behind your back. Sally Forth has publicly stated that it doesn’t need work jokes. Take that, Dilbert!

Personally, I think the strip will come crawling back to the old office humor. Sally’s description of future joke topics — “family, Hilary, home life” — all seem to be pretty much the same topic to me. Hopefully work-related chaos will break out again before it the strip becomes an only-child version of the Family Circus.

Bonus observation: apparently Sally’s wonderful new supervisor, Jefferson Jowdy, has relaxed the dress code in the HR department, since Sally appears to have worn a glow-in-the-dark skull Cypress Hill concert t-shirt to work.

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Faithful readers, the day you’ve been waiting for pretty much your whole lives is here. Now, thanks to the good people at CafePress.com, you can purchase high-quality shirts and mugs with your favorite bizarre and incomprehensible quotes from the daily comics. First up is are t-shirts commemorating the catchphrase that swept the nation after it was bellowed at Margo, Apartment 3-G’s enslaved brunette:

Next are some shirts that salute north-of-the-border jive talk from For Better Or For Worse. If you wear this shirt, your friends and school will know that you’re no foob:

And finally, enjoy a little stimulation with your morning coffee when you drink out of a mug adorned with one of Mark Trail’s pearls of pharmacological wisdom:

Act fast if you like these: since I’m too cheap to upgrade beyond the free version of CafePress.com’s story, I can only have one graphic per type of shirt, so I will probably be rotating in new stuff as it comes up. To see what these images would look like actually on the products themselves (and, of course, to buy said products) just visit the Comics Curmudgeon store at http://www.cafepress.com/joshreads. Remember, every penny of profit goes to help pay for my bandwidth costs, and, if I cover that, to help pay for my sweet, sweet booze.