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Rex Morgan, M.D., 5/2/25

OK, call me a hopeless romantic, or maybe a drama queen, but I found myself simply unable to give two hoots about Summer’s romance/stalker storyline where she gets romanced and stalked and then the stalker gets murdered right outside her house and she may or may not get a free truck out of it. But Kelly shows up with a tall, polite boyfriend with broccoli hair??? I am IMMEDIATELY EXTREMELY ENGAGED. What happened with her star-crossed romance with Niki, who she left at home when she went off to college? Does Niki even know he’s been replaced? Will he abandon his solid blue-collar job in rage and return to being the feral, starfish-headed teen he once was? I know I said in the title to that old post that I didn’t care about the Niki/Kelly relationship but now that it’s been shattered I recant, I can see how wrong I was, gimmie more of this drama pleeez.

The Lockhorns, 5/2/25

I really enjoy the facial expressions on Leroy and this sommelier here. They’ve made a real emotional connection and sorry, Loretta, but I think it’s sweet!

Family Circus, 5/2/25

I was going to decry this as a Dennis the Menace-ism, but then I caught Billy’s little thumbs-up, which places it back into his own vibe wheelhouse. He thinks he’s helping!

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Family Circus, 4/29/25

Look, we all make fun of the crania of the various Family Circus children. “Melonheads,” we call them, and it’s become enough of a cliche that we don’t really think about it, really. That’s why it’s just a terrible idea for any individual Family Circus panel to invite us to contemplate the children’s heads in particular. Because they look awful. Like really unpleasant. There’s like a … lobe thing happening on the left side (our right) of these two’s heads, I think it’s supposed to be part of their hair but it’s drawn like it’s a curve in their skull? Don’t care for it. Don’t care for it all. The freckles don’t look great either, for what that’s worth.

Rex Morgan, M.D., 4/29/25

Welp, the cops came and arrested the dying stalker murderer guy without incident, so I guess we can take a measured breath and move on to the next plot and … oh, what’s this? Kelly’s rushed breathlessly back from college to learn what’s been going on all this time? Well, sure I supposed I have time to watch Summer recap the not particularly exciting last few weeks. I’m not going anywhere! Let’s roll with it! Probably could kill three or four days with this.

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Beetle Bailey, 4/4/25

That’s right, Zero! Article 17 of the Third Geneva Convention establishes that POWs are only required to give their name, rank, and service number to their captors; their identity so established is used for the administration of their rights under Article 71 to send and receive letters and cards, as supervised by the International Committee of the Red Cross. Your parents will be glad to know you’re alive and safe in … whatever country the men of Camp Swampy have been deployed to invade. It looks heavily forested, wherever it is. Good luck, fellas!

Gil Thorp, 4/4/25

Some say “Pops” was the heart and soul of Milford. Some say that he and “Pop” were the same person, while others say they were twin brothers, one of whom wore fancy clothes while the other wore workingman’s attire and a dumb hat. But everyone agreed that he sucked at coaching sports. He sucked so bad that Gil was credited with “turn[ing] the program around.” Gil! The coach we’ve been following for all these years, who frankly is not very good!

Hi and Lois, 4/4/25

I really love how exhausted Hi looks here. He’s reading that magazine right up until the final moment of unconsciousness, filling his mind with golf and nothing but golf. Golf will be the last thing he sees while he’s awake, so golf will be all he sees while he’s asleep! Golf, wonderful golf! Oh, also his wife is right there or whatever.

Family Circus, 4/4/25

“Let the kids watch PBS,” you said. “It’ll be educational and culturally enriching,” you said. “Definitely they won’t see a lady get stabbed to death by her jealous lover,” you said.