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Crankshaft, 10/26/25

Mr. Crankshaft, I know Dagwood Bumstead. Dagwood Bumstead is a friend of mine. He puts together comically large foodstuffs that no ordinary human could even get their mouth around, let alone chew. Those are just normal-ass pastries you bought at a gas station. Mr. Crankshaft, you’re no Dagwood Bumstead.

Pardon My Planet, 10/26/25

I love the contrast between the blond guy at the bar and the bartender as this strip’s beloved (?) Bitter Late-Middle-Aged Man unloads a monologue that’s dark even by Pardon My Planet standards. The young man sees how grim this is and is genuinely disturbed; the bartender, who spends his existence serving up brain-numbing hooch to the hateful drunks who populate the PMPiverse, has long ago become numb to this sort of thing.

Marvin, 10/26/25

“Hello neighbors! I want to offer you nothing but love and compassion. Anyway, it’s come to my attention that some of you are leaving the hallways smeared with feces.” Perfect Marvin strip, no notes.

Rex Morgan, M.D., 10/26/25

Writing a syndicated newspaper comic strip is of course a great way to write off the cost of a cruise on your taxes as “research,” but remember, you don’t always have to aim so high. Do you want to draw an almost perfectly realistic plate of delicious pad thai? Well then, you’d have to order some delicious pad thai, wouldn’t you? You know, for professional reasons! It sure does look great, doesn’t it, Augie? Just like the real thing!

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Dick Tracy, 10/17/25

So Dick Tracy wrapped up the case of the lady scientist with the glowing green zap gun by merely arresting her, not shooting her in the back while she was “resisting arrest.” And this turned out to be a terrible idea, because mysterious, powerful forces, possibly related to Diet Smith’s company’s desire to own the intellectual property behind said zap gun, have gotten the charges against her dropped! Mostly I’m showing you today’s strip because I think the thumb placement in panel three is very funny. How much hush money exactly is Edgar being illegally given via an easily traceable paper check? Three million and how many dollars? I guess that’s a mystery we’re not meant to know the answer to.

Wizard of Id, 10/17/25

A thing that always bugged me as a young comics-obsessed child was that the Perfesser, not Shoe, clearly seemed like the main character in Shoe, just based on how often the two of them were in the strip, and that Les Moore, not Funky Winkerbean, was clearly the main character in Funky Winkerbean, and that the King, not the Wizard, was clearly the main character in Wizard of Id. Now that I’m older and wiser, I realize how the interest of comics creators in their own various characters can wax and wane over the years, but unless you’re Snuffy Smith, it’s unlikely you’ll completely overturn the order of your reality and get your name added to the strip’s title. Still, since I’ve started reading the Wizard of Id more often lately, I feel like the Wiz is in it much more than he once was, and today it appears that he’s trying to violently ensure that his return to glory is permanent.

Rex Morgan, M.D., 10/17/25

“A teacher and an author? How many non-lucrative jobs can one guy have? Is he in an improv group too?”

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Six Chix, 10/15/25

I genuinely love the open, slightly quizzical expression on the face of the bucket in this panel. He’s just a simple bucket! He doesn’t fully understand the complex emotional lives of the brooms and mops, here in this world where brooms and mops and buckets have faces and talk and go to bars. He’s interested in seeing how all this plays out, but ultimately he’s just waiting for the mop to stick herself inside him again, where she can get good and wet. Is that sexual, in this world? Well, it’s not not sexual, I’ll tell you that much.

Rex Morgan, M.D., 10/15/25

Speaking of sexuality, you’re probably wondering: sure, the characters in Rex Morgan, M.D., aren’t getting a bunch of money all the time like they used to, but are they having sex? Well, no, they’re not. They’re turning down sex so they can go work on tasks that, to reiterate, aren’t going to pay them very much, or possibly at all.

Alice, 10/15/25

Sorry I complained about Alice’s rogues gallery of baffling freaks, everybody! We’re now going to be subjected to new characters that are bone-crushingly boring and normal until we’ve learned our lesson.