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Hagar the Horrible, 11/15/26

Say what you will about the various Walker-Browne Amalgamated Humor Industries LLC strips, but Hagar the Horrible is definitely the one that’s most likely to prompt me to do research that yields fun and interesting facts. With Beetle Bailey I’m mostly checking to see if they’ve screwed up the rank insignia, and Hi and Lois gets me to occasionally check if “suburban ennui” has been added to the DSM yet, but Hagar is a treasure trove of potential anachronisms that send me down fun Wikipedia paths. For instance: did you know that chickens, native to and first domesticated in Southeast Asia, generally start out as exotic, high-status creatures when they first hit a new region, cultivated for feathers and eggs, and only later become a staple food product? This is a pattern we see repeated in multiple places: they get to the Mediterranean around the 8th century BCE, then to Denmark in Roman times, but not to Norway until the Viking Age — and crucially don’t really become a widespread food source until the 1100s or so, well after the age when Hagar takes place. This structure Hagar is stealing from is probably an outbuilding on the estate of a high-status noble, in other words, and this is a more daring raid than it looks like at first!
Dennis the Menace, 11/15/26

Dennis’s seemingly passive shtick of just hanging around observing the friction adults experience when interacting with one another is more menacing than I initially gave it credit for. This would normally be a minor dispute in a long marriage no doubt full of them. But the fact that Martha has by all appearances actively chosen to bring Dennis into the situation to silently observe things really ups the levels of passive aggression.


32 replies to “Sunday is for chicken facts”
Popeye:
Now haff him declared legally undead. So he vill be Papa Zombie.
Flylock Socks:
The ends to which Cassie is going to attract the red jackal’s attention are totally ridiculous at this point. She should just propose marriage to him and have done with it.
Hagar the Horrible:
“Hey! That was on my Viking stove!”
DtM:
Dennis in today’s installment is what would be called a muta persona in the Latin theatrical tradition, since he is absolutely irrelevant to the action that is unfolding here.
RMMD: Quick! Get to the diner for some chicken fried steak to put under her nose to revive her! Or… since this is Buck’s wife, to the drive-in for a double bacon cheeseburger and triple-thick butterscotch milkshake.
MW1: Rumi said that? I don’t remember that line in ‘KPop Demon Hunters’.
MW2: Okay, we’re at the point where you can’t tell if Moy has been reading the snark here and trolling us accordingly. This is just plain CREEPY!
JP: Wow, Neddy’s been in LA for less than 24 hours and she’s already getting mopey again? Is that a record for a plan of hers to fail?
HTH: Little known fact: the suburban ranch-house picket-fence cul-de-sac was actually invented a thousand years before the automobile.
Wrecks Moregone:
Quick, get her to a doctor! No, not Wrecks! What are you doing? I meant a real doctor!
What does Mrs. Wilson expect George to do? They have a framed portrait of a chocolate chip cookie hanging on the dang wall.
Hagar: I guess at some point the artist thought:
“Wait, I can’t show Snert carrying a dead chicken Hagar shot with an arrow in the Sunday comics. I’ll have him carrying a cooked chicken that was obviously in the stew pot shown in the background.”
Looker-onner: “But why would he bother shooting an already dead chicken?”
“Stop busting my balls.”
Pluggers is less a comic and more a cry for help. This Plugger is in so much pain. His eyes, nose, ears, and mouth hurt!!!
Mary Worth:
“Now, Mary Worth, what in the world is Danny Bonaduce doing up among the branches of that fruit-bearing cultivar that’s in the garden?”
“Oh, that’s seasonal — a Partridge in a pear tree!”
Zits: In light of our POTUS speaking openly about men’s nether regions, the syndicate saw no reason to censor Jeremy’s butt out of this comic strip. Yet, one would wish…
Phantom: Annoying Phan club shows up.
Zits: Was there any reason why we needed to see 16 year-old Jeremy’s ass? The newspaper comic industry is more desperate for new subscribers than I thought.
Hi and Lois. I guess selling dead leaves to elderly people with dementia is now a legitimate way to make money. They are going to lose it all in a scam anyway so it may as well be this.
Hagar the Horrible:
“Why would she be chasing after me with a ladle when she knows that I’m equipped with a bow and arrow? — well, I suppose it’s an elaborate game of chicken!”
HtH: Hagar is just coming across as your average unhinged suburban neighbor. The kind that ends up on a True Crime story.
DtM: I’ve long said that Martha is chipping away at George’s sanity. Those cookies are doctored with laxative. Why do you think Dennis hasn’t gotten one?
DENNIS THE MENACE:
Particularly when the Wilsons are having sex.
I’m sorry, I’m afraid this gag got lost and ended up in the wrong strip. This is Hagar the Horrible, not Barney Google and Snuffy Smith.
HTH: In fact, it wasn’t until the mid 50s that American households began regularly eating chicken instead of using them for feathers and eggs. Then, Robert C. Baker a Cornell University agricultural extension professor, invented his famous grilled chicken recipe.
HtH- Maybe we have the timeline all wrong here. Maybe Hagar is Lous’ other brother Harold who only thinks he’s living in the 9th century, and every anachronistic incident is his brain trying to get back to normality. He’s Shutter Island’s more interesting patient.
Big news! Grimm from Mother Goose and Grimm is dead! He ran into the back of a truck and is horribly mangled. R.I.P. Grimm.
The Lockhorns could learn a thing or two from the Wilsons.
CS Sure, why not? So let’s just stop bagging them, let the leaves rot, provide nutrients to the soil, and yeah – maybe some of their molecules _do_ make it into the spring buds. Plus we do less work. Win-win!
FC-“Grandma, since you live here now….”
FC-Billy identifies as being sick which trumps actually being sick.
MW-Later that night Nelly destroys the vegetable garden.
Family Circus: Billy proceeds to
Family Circus: Billy proceeds to shit himself with explosive diarrhea. “Am I sick enough now to miss school”?
So, so far I’ve observed Dick Tracy horn in on Wizard of Id, which moved into Hagar the Horrible‘s turf, and now Hagar is running a misplaced Snuffy Smith gag, and Snuffy has already run at least one misplaced Pluggers gag. What’s next? Will Pluggers try to get in on the Family Circus‘ act?
DtM: As usual, the real menace is Martha. Dennis is just a substitute for George and Martha’s imaginary son.
HtH: Are we sure this isn’t a repurposed Snuffy Smith strip?
Mary Worth:
“We’ve got kale, radishes, turnips, beets…oh, and apples, peaches. pumpkin –”
“Wow! — is this the Frankie Yankovic Memorial Garden? Let me get my accordion, Mary Worth!”
MW: If this were a Greek myth, at this point Nelly would be transformed into some common garden reptile under the eye of a wrathful demigod.
And that, children, is how skinks came to be
DtM: George Wilson is exhausted after painting the entire house white with blue splotches. Or maybe that’s asbestos? I really have no idea what is happening in this comic anymore.