Dilbert and Doonesbury are the only strips I read daily any more. Dilbert regularly loses me also, but I did some time on the frontiers of cubicle-land and now I sub-sub-contract for decision makers who have meetings about meetings about meetings, so very often Mr. Adams makes me howl out loud (a laugh can sometimes seem really close to a cry of pain...).
Some days, I really want to have a telepresence version of the triangle-hair chick's Fist of Death.
