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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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Six Chix, 11/29/25

Big news, everybody: By the year 2045, frenchies and dachshunds will have been somehow bred to be more than six feet long, and capable of bipedalism and matchmaking to boot. What has driven mankind to take these steps, and what will the societal effects of these giant and apparently intelligent dogs walking among us be? Please, Six Chix, tell us now, I need to prepare myself for this terrifying future while I can!

Dick Tracy, 11/29/25

“Yeah, so, for the criminal guy, can you use some pics of Jason Lee from the mid ’90s as reference? Just pick whatever name you think makes sense for him.”

Mother Goose and Grimm, 11/29/25

Ah, man, looks like Grimm’s dead? Rest In Power Grimm, 1984-2015, you were one of the title characters of this strip so they’re probably going to have to change the name, assuming they keep running it.

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Hi and Lois, 11/8/25

In addition to being a coastal elitist who knows about academia, I contain multitudes and am also a Rust Belt native who was in a bowling league growing up, so let me explain something to you effete non-bowlers out there: it is extremely easy to throw a gutter ball, and if you were engaged in an earnest contest to see who could throw more gutter balls, that contest would simply end in a tie, because you and your opponent would each get the ball in the gutter at every opportunity (20 per game). I must assume that Dot and Ditto engaged in some sort of conceptually more complex competition, in which they each pledged to bowl to the best of their abilities as if they were attempting to knock down as many pins as possible, and yet still agreed that the “winner” at the end would be the one who had most frequently failed in the task. Under such conditions, could you ever know whether your opponent was operating in good faith? Dot’s facial expression shows that she has profound doubts about the results of this admittedly confusing competition.

Six Chix, 11/8/25

It’s a nice touch that they gave Pumpkin Boyfriend orange hands. He’s not just a guy with a pumpkin for a head, he’s all pumpkin, and it’s a good thing he didn’t go into that coffee shop or all the autumn-crazed maniacs in there would have torn him to pieces.