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Dry Bones

I've added a link for the wonderful Dry Bones cartoon strip. You can find it just below the animated lady on the couch, in the left hand column.

For those who don't know, it is an Israeli institution, debuting in 1973. I love the strip for it's wry, humerous and very Jewish way of looking at the Middle East situation (and the rest of the world) from a wonderfully refreshing angle.

Always right on the mark, I highly recommend it.

Comments

Are you aware that no one is listed under "other blogs"... at first I thought you de-blogrolled me, until I saw that everyone was gone... back to the html drawing board??
The Scribbler said…
I am, but that's because I've got all the blogs registered on Blogrolling.com and their site is experiencing some problems right now.

I had the same thing happen yesterday and they all came back. They are obviously doing work on their server and so all links are down.
Not knowing that strip, I appreciate your telling us about it.

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