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Blondie, 9/13/25

Blondie began in 1930, in a world now mostly alien to us, but it was originally a story about urban hipsters: a young woman who the artists imbued with every characteristic of trendy youth culture, and her beau, the slumming, dissolute scion of a wealthy family. You could see a scenario where the strip tried to stay true to those origins while updating to match the changing cultural specifics over the ensuing century. But that’s not how things actually work: instead, a strip’s readership ages and wants something different, and their creators age alongside them. That’s why Blondie in the year 2025 is your go-to for the pettiest boomer gripes about everyday suburban life imaginable, put into the mouths of characters who have completely forgotten that alien world and in their current form have never been cool a day in their lives.

Judge Parker, 9/13/25

Meanwhile, in Judge Parker, Neddy, who was never cool even when she was living in Los Angeles and trying to break into the entertainment industry, has returned home in failure and shame. Abbey has tried to soften the blow by turning their dining room into a simulacrum of a fast food restaurant so Neddy doesn’t feel trapped and isolated on the Spencer Farms compound, but the staff has been unable to reproduce the crispy-edged “smashburger” form so popular in LA, and Neddy is not having it.

Six Chix, 9/13/25

In a strip where people dry-hump sandwiches, the idea of ghostfucking seems frankly pretty tame. It’s like a Gothic novel! There are literary antecedents!

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Hagar the Horrible, 9/5/25

Real Hagar heads know that Hagar is illiterate, and while Lucky Eddie also was at one point, he later learned to read and write. I suppose it’s possible that he was inspired to learn languages beyond his native Norse — Greek, for instance, which would be useful for reading the scriptures of the new religion from the south, and which he could pick up from Swedish kinsmen who served in the Varangian Guard in Constantinople. This knowledge may have led him to see that streak of light in the sky and dub it asteroeidēs, or “star-like.” Unfortunately, 18th century astronomer William Herschel will ultimately get the credit for coining the term, because the only person to hear Eddie say it was Hagar, and he said it right before they were both vaporized.

Six Chix, 9/5/25

OK, fine, I’ve said my piece about how most comics really lay too hard on the relationship between dogs and fire hydrants, but to their credit, at least they know what that relationship is (it’s pissing). Today’s Six Chix, on the other hand … have they watched Doctor Who? I guess you don’t draw this detailed a version of the 11th Doctor in dog form, and of his TARDIS in fire hydrant form, without having watched some Doctor Who. I myself have watched quite a bit of Doctor Who, and before today I would’ve said that the Doctor did not as a rule piss on his TARDIS, but now I admit I’m starting to doubt myself.

Rex Morgan, M.D., 9/5/25

Really loving Cody’s facial expression in the last panel here. “Hey, man, you can say that, but I know I was just kind of pushing on his chest imitating what I’ve seen on TV, probably inaccurately. The paramedics saved him, it’s OK to say so. No need to be condescending.”

Mary Worth, 9/5/25

“I learned that John Singer Sargent was part of a cosmopolitan milieu, traveling between the great world capitals and painting society’s elite! I want a comparable experience, which is why I want to go with this old lady to her ghastly mid-century condo complex in exurban Southern California for a week.”

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Six Chix, 8/26/25

Look, in the Tuesday Chixiverse, people have sex with sandwiches and pizza, so I wouldn’t be too quick to dismiss out of hand anything anyone suggested to me about how reproduction works there.

Hi and Lois, 8/26/25

I really love Lois’s face in the second panel here. She’s like, “Oh shit! Oh fuck! They’re right! This is why I never sell any houses!”

Dustin, 8/26/25

FINE, I’LL ADMIT IT, THEY FINALLY MADE A DUSTIN THAT I LAUGHED AT, I’M NOT MADE OF STONE