I don’t have the affection for Sunday Gasoline Alleys that I do for the daily strips. Sunday strips fall outside the day-to-day plotlines, and moreover are self-contained stories so there’s not even any chance for the insanity to build. They’re sometimes even less; today’s strip is just a bunch of lame wordplay. (An astronomer’s business is looking up? Oh, ha, ha.)
Since I don’t care much about the Sunday strips, in most cases, I won’t be writing about them.
In the words of a rather brilliant philosopher (or, depending on your viewpoint, evil hand puppet), read a book!
