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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.

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Six Chix, 10/15/25

I genuinely love the open, slightly quizzical expression on the face of the bucket in this panel. He’s just a simple bucket! He doesn’t fully understand the complex emotional lives of the brooms and mops, here in this world where brooms and mops and buckets have faces and talk and go to bars. He’s interested in seeing how all this plays out, but ultimately he’s just waiting for the mop to stick herself inside him again, where she can get good and wet. Is that sexual, in this world? Well, it’s not not sexual, I’ll tell you that much.

Rex Morgan, M.D., 10/15/25

Speaking of sexuality, you’re probably wondering: sure, the characters in Rex Morgan, M.D., aren’t getting a bunch of money all the time like they used to, but are they having sex? Well, no, they’re not. They’re turning down sex so they can go work on tasks that, to reiterate, aren’t going to pay them very much, or possibly at all.

Alice, 10/15/25

Sorry I complained about Alice’s rogues gallery of baffling freaks, everybody! We’re now going to be subjected to new characters that are bone-crushingly boring and normal until we’ve learned our lesson.