An important part of my morning routine is reading the daily comic strips. When I say important, I mean it. My father introduced me to the comics when I was very young. He enjoyed laughing at the corny puns and following the exploits of ongoing strips like Pogo, Bloom County, and the beautifully drawn Prince Valiant. I don’t get the paper delivered, not because I don’t want to follow the news (although lately…) but because I’ve never lived in a place where they could get it to my house before I left for work, and coming how to last night’s news at 7PM seemed silly, even before the ‘Net become a big deal.