Sometimes I stop reading Dilbert because I get sick of Catbert. I have more Evil HR Director tchockes and crap in my house than is morally acceptable.
It’s lame, people.
Then I go back to Dilbert and think the problem is not Catbert. It’s me.
He is a cat and he is evil. What’s not to love?
(Seriously, though, no more Catbert stuff for the holidays or my birthday.)






I stopped reading Dilbert after reading Scott Adams views on evolution. And for the record, I’d pick the scientist of course (assuming she’s hot).
Holy crap, Perry, I had no idea that he thinks fossils and evolution are bullshit.
Weird. Controversial. Kind of a strange subject to be so militant about, eh?