I’m not a gigantic fan of Dilbert. I enjoy the strip, I almost never miss it, and I think it actually provides some valuable lessons for my son Eric, who’s a fan of it. But for me it’s a bit impersonal. Which is, I know, the way things are supposed to be in the workplace. But still, like Beetle Bailey, I don’t feel a personal connection to Dilbert the way I do to Calvin and Hobbes, or Peanuts or, until a few years ago, Doonesbury.
It’s been a while since I checked Scott Adams’ blog, so a tip of the toupee to friend “Tom Tastewar” for pointing out this item.
As regular readers of my blog know, I lost my voice about 18 months ago. Permanently. It’s something exotic called Spasmodic Dysphonia. Essentially a part of the brain that controls speech just shuts down in some people, usually after you strain your voice during a bout with allergies (in my case) or some other sort of normal laryngitis. It happens to people in my age bracket.
Frankly, at first I thought it was a put-on. It seemed too strange and ironic, because Adams draws Dilbert without a mouth.
Immediately I thought of idiot former disk jockey Rush Limbaugh’s deafness, which turned out to be induced by prescription drug abuse. But Adams seems to be sincere, so I’ll take him at his word. I guess I feel a bit embarrassed that I didn’t already know about this!
A blogger named Ian “