Dilbert
11-30-2002, 05:38 AM
Not me, by the way. I might be single, but I'm not desperate.
No, I mean the Dilbert from the comic strip of the same name. He's an engineer. Wears glasses. Curly black-and-red necktie. Owns a sociopathic dog called Dogbert. Works for an un-named inept technology company. And is hopeless with chicks.
I was cleaning out my backlog of email now that the phone company fixed the broken line, and I found this in the Dilbert New Ruling Class newsletter...
Should Dilbert Get Lucky?
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There's been a lot of clamoring lately for Dilbert to end his long
unlucky streak with women and -- how should I say this? -- get his
necktie straightened.
I've decided to leave that decision to you.
Here's the deal: If my new hardcover book, Dilbert and The Way of
the Weasel, makes it to the top five of the New York Times
best-seller list, then I'll arrange for Dilbert to reach the
promised land.
That's right: I'm willing to sacrifice my artistic integrity, and
sell Dilbert's body, to get the job done. It's called "marketing,"
and no one said it would be pretty.
So if you're planning on getting the book anyway, or hoping to
convince some sucker to buy it for you, your best strategy is to do
it within the next week so all the DNRC activity hits at about the
same time. You can watch the Amazon.com rankings starting on the
day this newsletter arrives to see how it's going.
So help Dilbert out! Buy the book, and watch the emergance of a new kind of shamelessly explititave interactive comic strip.
No, I mean the Dilbert from the comic strip of the same name. He's an engineer. Wears glasses. Curly black-and-red necktie. Owns a sociopathic dog called Dogbert. Works for an un-named inept technology company. And is hopeless with chicks.
I was cleaning out my backlog of email now that the phone company fixed the broken line, and I found this in the Dilbert New Ruling Class newsletter...
Should Dilbert Get Lucky?
-------------------------
There's been a lot of clamoring lately for Dilbert to end his long
unlucky streak with women and -- how should I say this? -- get his
necktie straightened.
I've decided to leave that decision to you.
Here's the deal: If my new hardcover book, Dilbert and The Way of
the Weasel, makes it to the top five of the New York Times
best-seller list, then I'll arrange for Dilbert to reach the
promised land.
That's right: I'm willing to sacrifice my artistic integrity, and
sell Dilbert's body, to get the job done. It's called "marketing,"
and no one said it would be pretty.
So if you're planning on getting the book anyway, or hoping to
convince some sucker to buy it for you, your best strategy is to do
it within the next week so all the DNRC activity hits at about the
same time. You can watch the Amazon.com rankings starting on the
day this newsletter arrives to see how it's going.
So help Dilbert out! Buy the book, and watch the emergance of a new kind of shamelessly explititave interactive comic strip.