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Saturday praise

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Crock, 6/21/25

Not sure if we’re seeing a singular mind at work here or if this is the product you’d expect to get from someone who’d been writing a comic for 20 years by 1997 and had arrived at a specific creative/cultural milieu as a result, but insulting someone by referring to their leadership style as “real barf” is extremely funny to me. Since this blog is like 20-25% hatred of Crock by volume, I think you know that I’m being very sincere here. “Real barf”: real funny.

The Lockhorns, 6/21/25

I do praise The Lockhorns a lot, so perhaps it’s lost its oomph when I do it now, but I also think this meh joke is elevated by the way Leroy is holding that bowl of burnt (?) coal slaw aloft, like Hamlet contemplating Yorick’s skull.

Blondie, 6/21/25

Hmm, what’s that, Dagwood? You were in the middle of preparing a midnight snack, but then you just dozed off face-first into the sandwich you were making, capturing in one sad moment your terribly disordered relationship to both food and sleep? And yet you claim to be perfectly happy in the situation, thus encapsulating the vibe your character has been giving off on the comics pages for decades now? Interesting. Interesting.

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Disappointment after disappointment

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Pluggers, 6/18/25

“Wrongo!” my brain basically shouted at me the moment I read this panel. “Pluggers would not shop at Trader Joe’s, which is for young, hip urbanites! They would obviously choose Aldi’s side in the Brothers War!” But upon reflection, I’m not actually sure if that’s true. Trader Joe’s is a relatively cheap grocery store with whimsical decor. Sure, lots of people my age like it, but, let’s be real: I am beginning my sixth decade on this planet and that is prime plugger age. Many pluggers probably enjoy their various products! Certainly the ones in California! One must learn to adjust one’s knee-jerk opinions in the face of evidence, lest one become a plugger oneself.

Marvin, 6/18/25

It honestly would be pretty bleak if the “I [HEART] DADDY” mug that Jeff is drinking out of had actually been picked out for him by the son that he’s currently in the process of demonstrating his boundless contempt for. Fortunately, Marvin actually fully reciprocates this loathing; the mug was no doubt purchased by Jenny — not, sadly, as a sex thing, but rather in a last-ditch attempt to forge a bond between her husband and her son, neither of whom she feels particularly warmly towards herself.

The Lockhorns, 6/18/25

Aw, man, Leroy looks kind of sad here. He was honestly looking forward to getting all elaborately dressed up, burning some steaks, and then serving them up drenched in hard liquor for him and Loretta to eat outside together. But I guess yet another attempt to have a good time with his wife has failed to live up to her standards.

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The Lockhorns, 6/14/25

Once, not long after we moved to Los Angeles, we were driving with friends through a historic neighborhood in Pasadena, full of Craftsman-style homes with neat, well-tended lawns, and we turned a corner and suddenly saw an utterly horrifying looking creature — Google Image Search would later confirm that it was a coyote with some kind of condition that had caused all of its hair to fall out — taking a big dump smack in the middle of one of said lawns, in broad daylight. It made eye contact with us and had the exact same expression on its face that Leroy has here, which is why I have to dub this Lockhorns one of the greatest ever made.

Mary Worth, 6/14/25

How are Wilbur and Dawn handling the fallout from the Belle Situation? Well, they’re sitting in pitch darkness, binging on fast food, and telling each other stories about all the terrible relationships they’ve had with dangerous, abusive people. This is … healthy behavior on their part, maybe? Healthier than usual? Less unhealthy?

Crock, 6/14/25

It’s crazy to call Crock an “innovator,” but this strip is from 1997, before most people had ever used the internet, and yet it manages to perfectly capture the experience of being online: you log on, and you get hit in the face with a bunch of water. Pretty sure all comic strips about the web in the subsequent 28 years have been downhill from this.