Yeah, it's pretty awesome to be on the cover of Time magazine. But really, the only reason I'm posting this is Dilbert. That's right. Dilbert, the star of all the desktop calendars of my youth and early adolescence. The guy whose adventures decorate refrigerators and bulletin boards and lockers. The character who starred in my favorite comic strip in middle school.
Forget about Imus. Being in the same picture with Dilbert is the epitome of coolness.