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She can also swim, I guess, but that seems pretty normal

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Mary Worth, 9/14/25

So, adding to the list of Olive’s Known Powers: she can predict the movements of air conditioning units, she can “see” people “in front” of her, she can remember her past lives, assuming she’s surrounded by artifacts from the appropriate era, and she can … talk to animals! This is the best one, honestly. I definitely want her to talk to Libby and Pierre so we can finally get the full and detailed list of their grievances with Wilbur.

Pluggers, 9/14/25

Pluggers are in pain all the time. Pain! Pain! They hope that they may receive some reward in the end to compensate for their suffering — wisdom, perhaps, or divine favor — but know in their heart of hearts that such hope is probably in vain.

Panel from Judge Parker, 9/14/25

Today’s Judge Parker pretty much covers the same story beats as yesterday’s, but the larger Sunday format allows for this truly incredible Cinemascope panel of Neddy about to chomp down on a hamburger. I’m sure this sort of thing “does it” for some of you, erotically speaking, and I wanted to make sure you all got a good look at it.

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Thursday quickies

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Family Circus, 9/4/25

Ha ha, look at Jeffy’s face! He knows it’s not good! But he doesn’t have the gumption to be mad about it, just sad!

Hagar the Horrible, 9/4/25

Ha ha, look at everyone’s faces in the second panel here. What awful secret are Hagar and his family concealing — and why is Snert so eager to reveal it?

Pluggers, 9/4/25

Pluggers are nightmarish animal-human chimeras, hideous and offensive to human sight. But among their own kind, in their own company, do they consider themselves to be, in their own distorted way, beautiful? Today we learn the answer: no.

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Troubling biology

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Barney Google and Snuffy Smith, 8/28/25

Imagine: You’ve just finished putting together the script for a perfectly serviceable Barney Google and Snuffy Smith strip, which hinges on wordplay around the phrase “Mr. Right.” But then you remember: in Hootin’ Holler patois, they never say “mister”; they say “mistopher.” Does this make the joke clunkier and weirder, and leave the reader wondering if “mistopher” itself is part of the punchline? Well, yes. But it doesn’t matter. You are the keeper of the sacred trust that is Barney Google and Snuffy Smith. You must scrupulously adhere to the lore, or else what’s the point? Would you jettison decades of tradition for a single day’s laugh? You wouldn’t dare.

Pluggers, 8/28/25

The joke here is whatever, but I’m very unsettled by the look on this plugger’s face as he approaches the bathroom. He looks like he knows he has a journey of awful discovery in store for him in there, and it is not reading-media-related. It’s something much darker and more visceral; he knows something awful is about to begin, but he can’t guess when or how it will end.

Heathcliff, 8/28/25

The robot’s smooth, featureless crotch is a reminder that cybernetic organisms are ghastly parodies of humanity, lacking the natural urges and drives that, troublesome as they may be, make us people. Grandma Nutmeg’s right to demand it be hidden from sight!