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Hi and Lois, 6/7/25

Years ago, I was doing some PT for a few weeks, and at one of my sessions there was an older guy there who was rehabbing a knee injury, and his therapist was (gently) berating him because he kept going back and playing in his softball league despite the fact that she hadn’t cleared him for it. He was agreeing with her in a kind of hangdog way — he knew it was bad for his knee, but it seemed clear to me that his softball team was a big part of his social circle and missing games meant missing an important part of his life. I felt bad for him at the time, though I might need to revise that now that I know that a big part of senior sports is getting together and pissing in groups.

Rex Morgan, M.D., 6/7/25

Oh, man, remember the shitty motel where Truck had to isolate for days due to a viral respiratory infection in the spring of 2020 that somehow turned out to not be COVID? And then he wrote a song about it that went (the good kind of) viral? Well, it turns out his bastard maybe-son is staying there now, and there’s no way he doesn’t know that whole backstory, so now I’m assuming he’s documenting this entire journey-to-find-his-father for TikTok clout.

Mother Goose and Grimm, 6/7/25

You ever think about the fact that, before he became a real boy, Pinocchio’s flesh was all wood? You ever think about how creatures that eat or peck or chew on wood would do a real number on Pinocchio, if he encountered them? You ever think about how Pinocchio wasn’t technically in the Wizard of Oz, but we could put him there, through the magic of cartooning?

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Gil Thorp, 6/3/25

I’m really coming to enjoy the on-the-nose “sound effects” that we’re getting during sports antics in Gil Thorp. Are “catch,” “swipe,” and “pass” onomatopoeiae? Well, they could be, if you kind of whisper them and hit the consonants exactly when the referenced action occurs. Anyway, the Mudlarks did it! They caught the ball! They all caught the ball, together! [whispers] CATCH

The Phantom, 6/3/25

Look, Kit, your dad is good at a lot of things. Punching? Definitely. Shooting people, with a gun? You bet. Maintaining enough muscle definition that he looks ripped even through a lycra suit, yet somehow remaining hydrated enough that he can do physical feats of derring-do? The dude practically invented it. But I’m not sure he’s the one to go to with questions about “does free will exist” or whatever. Call me an elitist if you must, but if a guy makes living in a cave and never letting anyone see his eyes so he can strike fear into the hearts of men into his whole deal, I don’t trust him on abstruse philosophical matters!

Hi and Lois, 6/3/25

I love how concerned both Hi and Lois look here. This is an extremely minor glitch in their comfortable suburban lives and yet they are straight up not having a good time! Probably there’s something deeper going on here that therapy could unpack, eventually. Anyway, it’s too bad they can’t hear Dawg’s cheerful thought balloon, because it might ease their all-pervasive anxiety, just a little, just for a moment.

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Herb and Jamaal, 5/27/25

Of the 99 most recent Herb and Jamaal strips I’ve commented on, all but one have four panels, so I guess the strip is pretty married to that format, but I feel like this one should’ve been another exception. It’s already a pretty nothing joke, and the punchline being stretched out over two panels makes you think the second half of it is going to be much more interesting than it turns out to be, and reading it made me genuinely mad. No, Jamaal, that’s not true! This scenario you’re describing is admittedly annoying, but discovering secret government codes is in fact a significantly more difficult process!

Hi and Lois, 5/27/25

Lois knew! Lois knew when Big Government opened commie pinko institutions like the so-called “library” in town, it would destroy hard-working businesses that just wanted to derive profits from the sale of goods and services. First they came for the bookstore, the most obvious target, but now Lois herself is feeling the pinch. Why would anyone engage the services of a realtor if they could simply go to the library and look at Zillow on some grimy PCs running Windows Vista? Your goose is cooked now, Lois!