Remember, there is power in numbers. And power is the ultimate aphrodisiac. So if you have an important date planned, bring us all with you. It can only help.
The Potato Cult has proclaimed a jihad (look it up) against the DNRC. We don't know much about their theology, but according to informants it can be summarized as "We like potatoes."
Apparently there is some confusion in their ranks, due largely to the unfortunate coincidence that their arch nemesis Dogbert is shaped like a small potato. However, this is not likely to fool them for long.
Although we must take this threat seriously, violence is never the solution, unless you can hire expensive lawyers and pay them with the proceeds of your book. Or you can make it look like an accident. Or if it's self-defense for something that somebody might do to you in the future. Or if it's for valid religious reasons. Or if somebody slips into a parking space that is rightfully yours and you figure the satisfaction would be worth the penalty. Or you have diplomatic immunity. Or the victims are people who stubbornly support an inefficient form of government.
In those cases violence seems to be a sensible solution. But I don't recommend it in this situation. The potato people carry forks and they know how to use them. Several of their members have been accused of "a salt and buttering." (They got out on a peal.)
I think our best course of action is to eat as many potatoes as possible this summer. The more you eat, the higher your status in the DNRC. This offer ends after August.
10 Points for each potato-equivalent you eat*
15 Bonus points for yelling "Death to the Potato People!"
followed by a maniacal laugh while your mouth is full
of grotesque potato carcasses. You must be in a
restaurant when you do it.
* Because I know you'll ask, let's say 20 french fries
equal a potato. Or one large bag of chips.
30% Story ideas intended to embarrass a boss or co-worker 25% Unreasonable requests for favors 20% Unfavorable comparisons to Calvin and Hobbes 10% Admin stuff: book info, reprints, newsletter, etc. 08% Questions about Dilbert's tie, mouth or weight 05% Investigations into my "real" identity or work place 02% Lewd proposals (This category needs work!) 01% Criticisms of my mathIn the "unreasonable requests for favors" category, the winner for this month is Bill, who has repeatedly asked that I put every cartoon I've ever drawn in a ZIP file and send it to him by e-mail because he's my "biggest fan."
An alarming number of readers are under the impression that I have become a government agency whose mission is to dole out small economic favors. Dogbert will be handling those requests from now on.
My friend Irv is a huge fan of the comic strip Dilbert. It would mean so much to him if you could write a personal message congratulating him on his 40th birthday. And please say something funny about golf.
Susan
Dear Susan:
When Mr. Adams is not raising money for the poor or lobbying congress to
preserve our environment he thrills in the challenge of reducing your
personal expenses for greeting cards. While some cartoonists would consider
your request a tacky imposition -- and I'm not naming names here (rhymes with
Brudeau) -- Mr. Adams is thrilled that you cared enough about him to ask.
Consider it done!
Dogbert
I remember a series of cartoons you did a few years ago that mentioned the accounting department. Could you please e-mail copies to me?
Arnold
Dear Arnold:
I'm glad somebody out there is smart enough to realize how uneconomical it is
to buy Dilbert books when you could just send an e-mail directly to the
author and get the few that you actually enjoyed for free. You are correct
in your assumption that Mister Adams creates his comic strip as a labor of
love with no thought of receiving remuneration for his work. In fact, I know
he'd love to rummage around in his closet looking for the cartoons you
requested, scan them and e-mail them to you. If you don't see them soon,
your best bet is to contact the people who manage the Internet and ask where
the file went.
Dogbert
Like yourself, I'm a creative person too. I make stop-action videos using only lunch meat for characters. I would like to talk to you about forming a creative partnership. Give me your address and I'll send a copy of the video so you will be obligated to talk to me. What would be a good day to have lunch?
Steven
Dear Steven:
Ordinarily, Mister Adams would gladly give out his home address to a stranger
who makes lunch meat videos. He enjoys getting rumpled packages of unknown
origin through the U.S. mail. However, he is currently involved in several
joint ventures with other lunch meat video producers and what you're
suggesting would be a conflict of interest. However, if you're interested in
becoming a stalker, an application form is enclosed.
Dogbert
ModestoGuy: "Bil, how old is little Billy?"
ScottAdams: "ModestoGuy, Bil can't see your question unless
you hit the 'Interact with Host' button."
ModestoGuy: "Well, then how old is Dollie?"
ScottAdams: "ModestoGuy, WE can see your question but Bil
can't unless you press the 'Interact with Host'
button.
ModestoGuy: "Bil, why are you ignoring me?"
ScottAdams: "ModestoGuy, he CAN'T SEE YOUR DAMN QUESTION!!!"
ModestoGuy: "Okay, okay. You don't have to get nasty."
ScottAdams: "Sorry. I don't know what came over me."
ModestoGuy: "So, Bil, How old is Barfy?"
"I asked a user if he was running his program under
Windows. He said "No. My desk is by the door -- but
you know, you make a good point. Tony sits under a
window and his program is working fine."
(Insert your own joke here)
"Please include me in the Dilbert newsletter. By the way, I shall be known as 'Manager of all dust found in computers'."Some people have suggested that the entry requirements for the DNRC are too low. But believe me, it's still challenging enough to keep a whole lot of people out. Which leads me to my next topic.
And the winner is:
*** In-duh-viduals ***
As promised, sainthood has been bestowed on the winner, Saint Heather of Beantown.
Usage: "You're quite an in-duh-vidual, Andy."
Meaning: "Someday you will be cleaning the gunk
behind my refrigerator, houseboy."
Although "in-duh-viduals" is the preferred name,
any of the honorable mention
names can also be used (see below). After all, it's not as though the
In-duh-viduals will catch on.
"The Empowered Ones"
Because only the truly gullible will regard that as a good thing -- R.
Graziano
"Team Players"
Because that's a nice way to say "loser" -- T. Miller
"Barren (of intelligence)"
Pronounced "Baron" -- J. Strachan
"Dildon't"
No explanation needed -- J. Andrews
"Mo"
Short for Moron -- H. Elliott
"Turdberts"
Self explanatory -- S. Manousos
"Wiz"
Sounds like a bodily function -- J. Becker
"Honey"
Because honey is just bee-poop -- N. Daly
"Hydrants"
We could say "Hy" when we see them -- D. Walker
"Sir" and "Miss"
Sir is short for "servant" and Miss is short for "mistake" -- D. Schumacher
"Biscuits"
Harmless, almost cute, but essentially dog food -- M. Hirsh
Marcia Clarke's hair stylist has been removed from the enemies list. Soon after the Dilbert Newsletter mentioned Marcia's hair she abruptly changed stylists and emerged with a new DNRC-Approved look. This is likely to sway the jury in her favor and result in O.J.'s conviction by a jury of his peers; all of whom are Heismann Trophy winners if I'm not mistaken.
As a public service I have agreed to run a personal ad in the newsletter for one lucky woman. This is a real ad. She set up a special e-mail account for this purpose:
Dilbert is my dream man....[Note from Scott: I don't know what "hwp" means either, but if that's what you were looking for you're out of luck.]I have this thing for men with a really big hard drive (over 250 meg preferred) and exceptional memory. You should prefer actual to virtual reality. You're intelligent, kind, spiritual, strong, and loving and will be gentle with my heart. I am very spiritual (Buddhist), vegetarian, college professor and managment consultant, romantic, outspoken, big heart & deep soul. I'm intelligent and very well educated but can talk about cartoons and Elvis along with the best of them. Brown, naturally curly hair, Rubenesque (not hwp), hazel eyes that change shades with my moods, a smile that shines. I live a stone's throw from Microsoft. (The escaping brainwaves are making me dizzy.) Hurry and write before I pass out. Send replies to:
WifeForYou@AOL.com
Scott Adams scottadams@aol.com