Dilbert and Garfield have a lot of things in common. They’re both massively successful comic strips. They’ve both been turned into animated series. They both have hugely profitable merchandising arms. They both found success through offering safe, relatively innocuous and uncontroversial humor keyed to appeal to as wide a demographic as possible.

So, really, there’s no need for newspapers to run both of them. There has to be a way to free up space in funny pages for something newer and more adventurous without alienating people who just want something to clip out and stick on their cubicle white-board. Which got me thinking…what if the cast of Dilbert were lazy, food-obsessed cats owned by a nerd?

Eh, that sort of works…but it still feels like there’s something missing from this equation…

Bard, 1981, fourth ed., Keith Taylor
I would have bet money that the fantasy reader fascination with Celtic music didn’t hit marketable levels until the 90s.

Bonus Joke For British Television Viewers: Geeze, I guess no one was happy with that cliff-hanger, huh?

“Things”, 1967, Ivan T. Sanderson
“What’s that book about?”
“You know…stuff.”

Actually, these are some of the chapter titles:

• Globsters
• Whatchamacallits
• The Maricoxi
• The Wudewasa
• UFO Nests
• Ohio Overfly
• Flying Rocks

You know you’re in for some serious discussion of hard science when you’ve got chapters about flying rocks.

“Now quit your whinin’ and go out and save some people from bank robbers. Criminey, next thing you know he’ll be walking across America like some damn hippie!”

So, when Iris Allen started revealing everyone’s secret identities, the JLA were understandably annoyed at this.
Except for Black Canary, who, well…