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Shoe, 11/10/25

“48 years” is relevant here because that’s how long Shoe has been syndicated. Shoe, dimly aware of the contours of his universe, knows that his seemingly eternal and unaging existence is somehow intimately tied up with the time he spends at Roz’s. But going beyond the simple correlation he lays out here would require perception that’s beyond his abilities.

Barney Google and Snuffy Smith, 11/10/25

Oh, so you think it’s funny that Sparkplug’s Grandson Li’l Sparky ate the nose right off that snowman’s face? Well, what if we drop the “snow”? What if Sparkplug’s Grandson Li’l Sparky bit off some guy’s nose, and that guy was running around screaming while blood geysered everywhere, and the accursèd horse, his huge teeth masticating flesh and cartilage, said “Are you kidding? I love men !!” Wouldn’t be so funny then, would it?

Curtis, 11/10/25

Greg looks truly stricken in that final panel. He knows coffee is unhealthy, and Curtis with his innocent child’s wisdom has reaffirmed that it doesn’t taste very good either. He’s left with the knowledge that he only drinks it because he relies on its stimulant properties, and what does that say about him and his life?

Pickles, 11/10/25

Hey, we haven’t checked in with the lovable old couple in Pickles lately, let’s see what they’re up to! [checks in with the old couple in Pickles in today’s strip] I, uh. I think they’re maybe going to get a divorce, guys.

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Dick Tracy, 8/13/25

“Oh heh heh heh you’re absolutely right, boss. Say, I have a correction of my own: ‘I counted 211 names, dick!'”

Curtis, 8/13/25

OK, you can say “turd” in Curtis but not “toilet.” Noted.

Slylock Fox, 8/13/25

1) Pluto, dammit!

Phantom, 8/13/25

Patrolwoman Dai has her eyes on the prize
With the wool firmly pulled over her colonel’s eyes
She is skilled in all manner of social control
To advance her career in the Jungle Patrol!

So that General Chuma had better watch out
‘Cause there isn’t an ethical code she won’t flout!
He could find himself chained in his mine’s deepest hole
To help Dai make lieutenant at Jungle Patrol!

It’s a cinch that Ms. Dai will now rise through the ranks,
Passing Hawa and Kay and the rest of those skanks
‘Til she stands within reach of her ultimate goal:
The Unknown Commander of Jungle Patrol!

—Uncle Lumpy

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Rex Morgan, M.D., 8/3/25

Cody may not be a blood relative to Truck, but they do have stuff in common: they’re both musicians, and they’re both aficionados of the sitting-based lifestyle. The difference is that Truck likes to sit on park benches, contemplating his troubles, whereas Cody sits in his not-stepmother’s diner, sponging off the free wi-fi while he dicks around on his laptop. Really makes you think about society these days!

Curtis, 8/3/25

Hey, remember when Curtis and Barry got expelled from their church congregation, for the sin of tomfoolery? Well, Barry has taken the opportunity to explore the sacred texts of the dharmic religions, and has been meditating on the nature of the soul and the possible purposes of the cycle of eternal rebirth. Curtis, meanwhile, has done exactly zero spiritual seeking. “It’s summer!” he declares. “We don’t hafta meditate on the nature of anything!”

Six Chix, 8/3/25

I was going to get mad about this strip, which seems to propose a world where dogs walk on their hind legs and contemplate art but can’t read, but then I realized that this is probably a ceci n’est pas une arf type conversation. Surely nobody drinking red wine at an art opening could be anything less than a sophisticated intellectual! I’m sorry I doubted you, dogs!