Pimpin' my blog

I think it's safe to say that the phrase "pimped my ride with Bronco parts" has never been uttered before in the history of mankind, but thanks to "Doonesbury", it will probably become part of the national, if not international, lexicon of language. That's from Saturday.

Sunday, at least to some comics. I'm guessing that "Baldo" is a sort of seven-day work week. Unlike most strips that accurately distinguish between weekdays and weekends, holidays and so forth, "Baldo" features school-day antics on the weekend. (I ordinarily wouldn't notice, but the phrase "thank goodness it's Friday" sounds a little odd when you're reading it on a Sunday. Especially when the follow-up joke is "it's only Thursday." Hello? Who swapped my chair for a time-machine?)

Haven't mentioned it in a while here, but "Non-Sequitur" seems to have slowed down its pace a bit while telling the story of "Ordinary Basil", which now has our reluctant hero skittering around in some sort of underground maze, covered in black soot.

Moving up to today - does anybody else feel that if Jon from "Garfield" were to get a honey, the world would end? He's sort of like Charlie Brown all grown up, but gratuitously laden with patheticism. (Is that a word? It is now.)