Bumsteads mailman presented him with his special annual award for the most fliers, coupons and inane credit card offers of anybody on his route.
You can't remember later what Dagwood
heard from Blondie, unless you clipped it and stuck it on your refrigerator.
In it, Dagwood
tells his boss, "I'm an expert researcher--if there's one thing I'm good at, it's research.
Anyone will enjoy this amazing sandwich as well as other favorites like the Reuben, the Philly Chicken or Beef, the Dagwood
, the Godmotha (roasted eggplant and squash, Parmesan, balsamic caramelized onions, and basil pesto), or the Ricardo (ham, pork loin, fried pickle spears, and provolone).
And 10 minutes later, as Dagwood
and I breeze down a thin, slick track, I feel only minimal guilt when I overhear Dan trying to reason with Ozzy.
I remembered a Blondie cartoon when Dagwood
and his fly rod were pulled into the water by a whale.
That's why I appreciated a recent Blondie comic strip featuring the character Dagwood
(and if you're wondering, 'Who's Dagwood
Beamish, the missing woman's fiance, fills them in:
Chapter 3 is entrees, including various creative pizzas, Taco Lasagna, Thai Dagwood
Sandwich, Quinoa Potpie, and Pretzel Dogs of the Dead.
For example, in Masterpiece Comics, Sikoryak uses the bumbling exploits of Chic Young's Blondie and Dagwood
to retell the story of Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden ("Blond Eve"); Charles Schulz's perennially alienated Charlie Brown to adapt Kafka's Metamorphosis ("Good of Gregor Brown"); the horror styles of such EC Comics illustrators as Al Feldstein, Jack Davis, and Johnny Craig to retell Bronte's Wuthering Heights ("The Crypt of Bronte"); and the dark, double life of Bob Kane's Batman to represent the tortured dilemmas in Crime and Punishment ("Dostoyevsky Comics").
Hold on a sec," the kid said, and somehow stuffed a quarter of the Dagwood
sandwich into his face.
On a more serious level, the most distinguished descendants of Benjamin include Susan Sontag, when she shuffled through science fiction to find the spirit of her times, Roland Barthes, who wrote about Garbo's face, and Marshall McLuhan when he pondered the implications of advertising and Dagwood