It's apparently to be continued!

Except your damn pop up ad is blocking the left side of the strip (even when I try to close it). C'mon Salon, get on the ball and fix your damn ads (really, is it too much to ask not to be inundated every time I come to this site?)

Ad-blocking software?

...subscription?

I've read your strips since day one. I do miss Bill the cat though...

Berke, if you retire Opus, we'll miss him.

But we'll still think good thinks about you. (After a little mumbling under our breath.)

I just hope you're stringin' us along until the election. (I sure hope it's not a version of "vote for my candidate or the penguin gets it!" strategy. I think that National Lampoon did that the best, although Eddie Murphy and Larry the Lobster certainly gave that joke a run for its money.)

-Jeff

That's what hooked me on Bloom County at age 12. That strip still cracks me up. That and "blind mulatto touch typists."

Although the mental picture he painted of Pat Buchanan wearing peek-a-boo underpants from Fredericks of Hollywood has haunted me for two decades now. I still wake up in a cold sweat sometimes.

Berkeley,

I was in junior high school when the Spokesman Review began carrying your strip. Not even Calvin and Hobbes or Doonsebury could approach the number Bloom County strips that made it to my adolescent bulletin board and various school lockers!

These past few weeks have been excruciating! But, this week--today--I spent at least two, whole minutes taking in the beauty of this week's edition. Seriously, I took this long, overview-look at the composition and the mix of black and white and color and analog and digital and I was fucking blown away (and I'm not even high!). The way you have pushed the boundaries of the Sunday Comics--visually--is brilliant! Someday this look will be a cliche, and it will be all your fault; and I will be grateful to you for that. Anyway...

Then I began to read, and it was then that I saw that Opus was having real memories--not just his, but MINE! I still can't stop crying. What you have given the world through this little comic-strip of yours (in all its permutations) will never be forgotten if I have anything to say about it.

Thank you for your life's work. With or without a strip, I hope that your life continues to be cherished and lived to the fullest whatever that may come to mean for you and your family.

Thank you. And, thanks too for the Palin gag--that was awesome!

Check out the Lio from this Friday (click on my name for a link to it).

Apparently you are a subscriber... true? So you should not be getting any ads at all. If you are, especially popups, they might not be Salon's. Click on my name for a quick free virus scan.

You know why I am no longer a subscriber. But apparently the star after your name is indelible. As for ads... Firefox 3, AdBlockPlus and a few saved semi-deep links suffice to ensure I am bothered by neither ad copy nor login screens. Except when posting letters, where my formerly paid ID now acts as my letters login forever more.

Do ya think they think I'll come back?

After a Moose moo, maybe a beagle with a bugle? It Could Get Worse Or Better.

Prey a Hairy Rhino, or pray Rosh Hashanah, a future life brings Fortune's wishes.

Maybe boiled beef, soup-dog-chow, sliced moose, stewed loon's constant crisis.

The Loon cry is erie. Hope it's not eternal? In 1983? Opus sipped dandelion wine?

The same time the schizophrenic politico's ideation of self-inflict-suicide-wish?

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A Opus Penguin pendulum swings.... the black upper and white lower flippers transform into swimming wings.

Well, the world's wound victims, all the innumerable suffering lame: even the paraplegics begin to gig dance.

The waltzing begins. The GOP become the urchin leper. To numb body/mind pain, they escape into smoke.

The dope merchant!

On DC's Ugh`creep Street? Roles change, Opus to Opus, GOP to GOP, and ya now understand.

Light! Yep. OY! Yikes.

Opus leans on his side. a spark.

Lights a sacred pipe bowl. ???.!

Ancients experienced a insight?

Opus is now a semi-lit, lighter?

DC's Capital Hill becomes a shelter.

The helpless folk who sought fame?

The Fortune? Puzzled? The camera?

The relentless wish to be rich FOOL?

The Leprous. Opus 's Croakus Tuba?

Smooch! Fools get flooded mansions. poor rich. Trains are missed, gangs of GOPS get gangrene toes, 10-cent hot dogs at the Rescue Kennel Mission House, and are arrested.

Each night-time is pitch blackness?

Wow. Who Knows? Opus? O. Maybe?

Real? Imagined? Opus should not have used, those used condoms that were tossed in DC ditches. My o-day, it's too ridiculous.

no cont. no publish this. it's rubbish.

Preposterous. vote for the rhinoceros.

I need a shower.

Use my Y- membership.

I kept a Y-membership.

U-shi_? Y-darn on me.

Why I kept my Y--card?

0. you no be too stinkY!

a "Billy and the Boingers" sweatshirt, I'm really sad to see this end. I feel really bad for B.B. and his medical problems and truely hope that medicine will figure out a way to cure his condition.

I also appreciate what he has done for us, his fans, who have faithfully read his strips, bought his books, and even sweatshirts that make us look completely insane in public.

Loon, thy name is Sarah!

This is a particularly good "story line". I/we do so hope that you aren't aiming at checking out, but you're doing a fantastic job either way.

Presumably BB wanted a confused jumble. That's what memories tend to be.

Or perhaps this is a prediction of how Sarah Palin will do on the debate this week.

It's interesting to compare with the actual older cartoons. Either these are direct copies or BB just redrew them in his older style.

The Hare Krishna first asked Opus to "make an offering to to a spiritual pilgrim." Then Opus confused Hare Krishnas with Hairy Fishnuts. Then Prayer Temples became Pear Pimples for Hairy Fishnuts.

Finally, the Hare Krishna got angry and said, "Just cough up some dough, Mac."

As for the Moose Shoot, that sort of joke is all over the net now.

In the debates, watch them on C-Span. No highly paid talking heads afterwards, just brief interviews with the campaign staffers. All biased of course.

David Plouffe and David Axelrod are paid to get Obama elected. Steve Schmidt is paid to get McCain elected. Most interesting was David Axelrod.