Comment of the Week

I feel like the weird, scraggly speech bubble from Luann's Dad is supposed to be some cute little visual gag indicating that he's about to go on some deranged slut-shaming rant about his wife's sexual history. But I prefer to read it as him experiencing a massive stroke while his family is too stupid to notice.

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Family Circus, 3/11/26

A thing I never would’ve predicted more than two decades ago when I started doing this blog is … well, I guess the fact that I’d still be doing the blog in 2026 would be at the top of the list, but not far below would be the fact that I’d become an increasingly less grudging fan of the Family Circus. Lesser strips like Marvin do pee and poop jokes all the time and I get no pleasure from it, but this is a perfectly executed panel capturing the moment right before PJ horks directly onto Big Daddy Keane’s face. Daddy knows it, PJ knows it, it’s inevitable, but we don’t have to see it or hear it directly addressed, and I think that’s beautiful.

Rex Morgan, M.D., 3/11/26

Hey, you know how Rex Morgan, M.D., is boring, a significant majority of the time? Well, today we learn that, while we’ve been watching all these boring characters do uninteresting things, there’s at least one guy who’s been hanging out off-panel experiencing even less excitement than everyone else. Truly chilling.

Rhymes With Orange, 3/11/26

Sure, we all enjoy a stage magic act. But did you know that the only thing preventing the rabbits and the birds from having sex with each other is a corporate-style HR policy? And call me a “woke scold” or whatever but I’m in favor of it. The rabbit and the bird shouldn’t have sex! It would screw up the workplace dynamics, plus I don’t even understand how it would work, biologically!

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Hi and Lois, 3/10/26

Not sure why everyone in this panel, including the lady behind the ticket desk, looks so God-damned smug. There’s no reason for it, not least because, if Ditto is operating the spotlight, it’s definitely not going to be on Britney. Based on what I’ve seen of his overall competence, they’ll be lucky if it’s even pointing at the stage.

Gearhead Gertie, 3/10/26

Oh, man, Gearhead Gertie died, you guys. She fell thousands of feet into the Grand Canyon and died in a horrible car wreck. I’d say she will be missed, but, honestly, probably not that much. I mean, her husband doesn’t seem that broken up about it, and for good reason.

Blondie, 3/10/26

Ha ha, it’s funny because Dagwood is so terrified of being alone with his own thoughts for even a single moment that his brain will simply spontaneously shut down when faced with the possibility!

Mary Worth, 3/10/26

“Hmm, is it possible that Harvey became enraged and stormed off because my advice was too good?” is absolutely top-notch Mary Worth. I’m standing up at my desk and saluting right now, that’s how incredible this is.

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Hi and Lois, 3/9/26

Happy Monday, everyone! It’s another week and another entry in what’s quickly becoming my favorite genre in the comics: Hi and Lois muses melancholy on a single, ephemeral moment and forgets to deliver a punchline. “Isn’t this what the groundhog predicted?” Hi says, barely audible — but that’s fine, as he isn’t really talking to Lois anyway. “Isn’t it true that none of us can bend Fate to our liking?”

Archie, 3/9/26

Archie is traditionally a happy-go-lucky guy who rarely experiences distress deeper than some minor romantic slight at the hands of one of his two beautiful girlfriends. I’m not saying I like the fact that he’s experiencing some sort of profound mental disturbance right now, but at least it adds a little depth to his character.

Mary Worth, 3/9/26

Oh wow. Oh wow. Exactly the wrong thing to say, Harvey. Mary was going to try to gently guide you away from your current troubles by means of her judicious advice. But now? Now she’ll simply watch impassively as you let your sexual urges and romantic vanity override your good sense and lose everything, until you’ve sent your last bitcoin and abruptly stop receiving blatantly AI-generated photos of a twentysomething gal with a huge rack, until you need to take the bus down to the pawn shop to hock your only remaining cravat. You’ll look up and shout “Save me!” and she’ll look down and whisper “No.”