There is a Dilbert desk calendar sitting in my cubicle at my office.

Each strip has a date stamp indicating its original publication date. In this calendar, all of the strips were published in 2004 – just three years ago. I know I read those strips when they were new, since I have followed Dilbert daily for over a decade. What an odd feeling, then, to know that all memory of the strips has passed from my brain. When I read the strips now, they invariably appear fresh.

I suppose it doesn’t matter too much; new or old, they are still funny.