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What a pleasure to see Mike and B.D. together! An amazing enduring friendship despite such vast personal differences. B.D. the original BMOC, and Mike so in search of an identity -- any identity. As time passed and Mike became himself, B.D. served as his (and the rest of Walden's) unwitting set-up man. Wow, how time marches on, and how far we've all come.
I wonder why Walden is even holding a reunion. Don't they all have the internet? I would think Facebook has made reunions redundant.
Thank you so much, Mr. Trudeau, for reminding me how old I am. Although, of course, you also remind me how experienced, wise, and therefore valuable we old flatulae are. And how absurd the whole process of getting here is. And, um, is it wrong for me to relate more to Zonker than to any of your other characters? After all these years, I'd have just plopped right down into Walden Puddle too.
Just attended my 50th. Boy, some of those folks got old!
The bartender is a wise man. Similarly wise bartenders and waiters add (at least) two and (at most) three rank levels to military personnel in uniform.
Reunions. I co-chaired my 30th and we kicked up our heels. Killer band. No way I'm attending my 50th. Rock on.
If Mark wants to look younger, he should go back to dying his hair, shave the porn mustache, and get a hair stylist to give him a decent short haircut.
Wow, Mark can actually talk to his doctor on the phone? I can't even email mine.
Mike, Mark, B.D. and Zonker and not one receding hairline after all these years? I doubt it.
I don't make it up to Aspen much, but we sure would love to see Zonker in our sweet little hippy dippy, artsy fartsy town of Carbondale, just down the valley a piece. I'd even throw a pot party for him and bake him a cake if I knew he was acomin'. Thanks for all your tireless service to our country and keep up the good work old man, we love you.
More babies please! I would love it if Kim and Mike had a little one. If the pot enterprise doesn't work out for Zonker, he could potentially have three new charges.
I loved the April 28th strip: Kim has always been cute, but is even cuter when barefoot!
Re Saturday's second panel. We've never seen Kim look like an unmade bed before. Following up on last Sunday's "Why did Kim marry Mike?" strip: She not only married Mike, but became a step-mom and best friend to Alex. I've always guessed that Kim may not have been able to have children, and was glad to have a daughter to love, one who loved her back. Furthermore, Alex and Kim were an unstoppable team of computer geeks. As for what it was about Mike, as I recall it was his kindness in getting down on the floor to help Kim recover her Skittles.
I can't get it out of my head! Every time it plays on the radio, I hear: "Big wheel keep on turning, Proud Mary keep on burning. Roland. Roland. Roland Hedley Junior!"
I've loved your work since the beginning, GBT. But this morning I read the Guantanamo Memoirs of Mohamedou Ould Slahi in Slate prior to my morning fix of Doonesbury. I have to say that I find absolutely nothing humorous about the W presidency or his library. Sorry, man.
One of the differences between the lead characters of Peanuts and Doonesbury is that Trudeau finally let his Charlie Brown kick the ball, i.e., Mike ended up with Kim. Personally, I'd like to see what happens if Kim gets pregnant.
Zonker's recent "J'accuse!" flashback was from an event that transpired during a mid-70s road trip. The dog's name was "Claude" and the bust happened in a desert state. I'm such a Doonsebury fan, I have the books. And that panel is from What Do We Have For the Witnesses, Johnnie? The whole story is still funny.
The 1973 bust and subsequent trial are re-visited in the current FAQ.
Ah, one of the unsung benefits of dating a foreigner. Different countries have different standards of beauty, and so (using the grading system from the strip) a person who is a four in one country might be an eight or nine in another. So my super-cute Mexican wife thinks I'm abnormally handsome, although my Australian compatriots would disagree.
"J'accuse!" Must have been a French bulldog.
Ooh la la! Vive les flashbacks -- in every sense!