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Luann, 4/2/26

“Oh my gosh,” you’re probably thinking. “Is Luann, the wildly ribald but perversely sexless comic strip about college students, implying that Les and Tara had sex?” No, dummy. She just came over to use and critique Les and Gunther’s bathroom. Remember, young men and women who are attracted to each other do bathroom–adjacent stuff all the time in this comic. It’s what they have instead of sex, I think!

Mary Worth, 4/2/26

“People have limits on which illusions they can accept,” says Toby, steadfastly refusing to turn around and see the pair of parrots eating out of a giant salad bowl on her counter. She needs to believe that this isn’t her life now! That’s the illusion she chooses to accept.

Herb and Jamaal, 4/2/26

Actually, Herb, making a mountain out of a molehill would take a great deal of dirt indeed, as the two are wildly divergent in size. That’s what gives the expression its meaning!

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Herb and Jamaal, 2/25/26

I assumed those plewds were supposed to be sweat, but then Herb mentions “crying” in the last panel and that sets up a much funnier possibility, which is that they’re tears and he’s fully dissociated from himself, his body weeping openly due to stress and unexpected exertion but his mind managing to hold a coherent conversation for at least a few minutes, before he presumably shuts down entirely.

Judge Parker, 2/25/26

Not satisfied with all the people she killed in the massive explosion that heralded her arrival, April is now straight-up gutting a dude like a fish, right in front of her beloved, soft-handed husband. Weird how the awful last sound the guy will ever make is exactly the same one that Charlie Brown makes when he tries and fails to kick a football that Lucy is holding, honestly!

Luann, 2/25/26

This one could have been drawn to make it clear that Frank is chuckling ruefully over his unrealistic youthful fantasies and obviously realizes now that being a faithful husband and father is more rewarding than some burnout musician lifestyle. But that is not his facial expression at all. He still 100% wishes he was in a band and resents every single person in this room for holding him back.

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Hagar the Horrible, 2/17/26

This one, I think, adds up: in Viking-era Scandinavia, sugar would’ve been imported at great expense from the Islamic world, but because it was a luxury good those selling sugar and sugar-derived products like rum could charge much higher markups on it than they could on, say, drinks made from local commodity crops like barley or honey. The candle thing was probably real too, but I’m not going to bother looking that one up.

Herb and Jamaal, 2/17/26

Look, if you had been a comics character for 37 years — never aging, never changing, never growing or improving as a person — you might come to feel that you were trapped on the endlessly spinning dharmic wheel, and would pay any price to escape samsara, even if it meant being nice to your mother-in-law.