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Marvin, 1/5/26

Man, women, amiright? The nerve of them preparing frozen food instead of a fresh, home-cooked meal! It’s almost enough to get you to put down the remote and get out of your chair! I swear that every once in a while Marvin hears me ranting about all the poop and pee jokes and says “Oh, you’re sick of poop and pee jokes? Well, we’ll do a different kind then, but I don’t think you’ll like it. I don’t think you’ll like it at all. It’ll be about how women be microwaving.”

Hi and Lois, 1/5/26

See, now in terms of “Not eating in a socially approved fashion,” I like this one a lot better, and it’s entirely down to Hi, who alone on the couch doesn’t appear to be having a good time. That’s an expression that tells me that he’s had an epiphany and is thinking, “Wait, was I not supposed to do this? Am I a bad father? Should I have at least put a tarp of some sort over the couch before everyone started going to town?”

Six Chix, 1/5/26

Now, we’ve all heard a lot about “AI” these days, and how AI machines can do your chores and maybe even take your job. But what if, deep down, they want to dance? And, hopefully [notes the lady in the comic’s erotically charged side-eye], something more?

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Rex Morgan, M.D., 12/23/25

Oh, I’m sorry, did you think that Buck Wise would decorate his lawn with a boring, pedestrian “inflatable” of the Grinch or some similar garbage? Why, that would be like asking Glenwood’s #1 promoter of roots country/”Ameripolitan” bullshit to jam out to Taylor Swift or the hip-hop music or whatever. Sorry, Buck is getting into the Christmas spirit with the vintage blow mold figures that he drained Corey’s college fund to buy on eBay and whose original and authentically frayed electrical cords represent a significant fire hazard.

Hi and Lois, 12/23/25

Not sure what potential interpretation I like more here: that this is a plan the Flagstons and Thurstons cooked up together that’s gone horribly awry, or that Thirsty simply showed up at his friend’s door, dressed as Santa and visibly drunk, and bullied his way inside to spread a little Christmas cheer to the neighbor kids. Either way the fact that “Santa’s sack” is clearly just an extra-large Hefty garbage bag full of who knows what really adds to the delightfully bad vibes.

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Hi and Lois, 12/20/25

Now, if you were an ordinary, casual comics enjoyer, you’d read this strip and think “Ha, it’s funny because Hi thinks so little of his children that he’s glad they got parts without dialogue,” or, if you’re more theologically inclined, “Ha, it’s funny because Hi is ignorant of the Bible, in which both the shepherds and the angels very much have lines.” If you’re the Comics Curmudgeon, though, you have access to a deep archive of Hi and Lois content and know that just a year ago Ditto was actively trying to abandon the speaking part he managed to land in the nativity play, so actually Hi is being supportive of his children’s ambitions, or, in this case, their lack thereof.

Mary Worth, 12/20/25

Now, obviously, the main attraction here is Mary’s “Oh dear” thought balloon as her gal pal confesses that she can’t choose between her husband of several decades and a parrot she found in a park less than a month ago, but I’m kind of fixated on the weird brown color of the carrot that Toby is hungrily staring at. Seems like the sort of fading vegetable you’d feed to a bird, honestly. Is Toby having trouble determining where her loyalties lie because she’s slowly being transformed into a parrot herself?

Rex Morgan, M.D., 12/20/25

Sure, Summer is a receptionist and not medical staff, but it still must be kind of embarrassing to be the only person working at a health clinic who doesn’t know where babies come from.