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Blondie, 3/26/26

Every once in a while, you get a hint that Alexander is recapitulating many of his father’s most distinctive traits. This makes sense, as the two are obviously genetically identical, and I assume Alexander was created by some sort of asexual budding process. Still, how does Dagwood feel about all this? Well, not great, if his facial expression in the last panel is any indication.

Wizard of Id, 3/26/26

Imagine if you were a second-generation comics creator, gifted with one of the shrinking number of viable newspaper comics out there, but feeling increasingly uninspired and desperate to find some way out of your situation. I’m not saying I know that’s what’s happening with the Wizard of Id, but I am saying that if you were trying to do the comics version of suicide by cop, then inviting a lawsuit from JK Rowling would be a good way to go about it.

Rex Morgan, M.D., 3/26/26

“I’m sick and tired of all this roots country bullshit!” you’re probably saying. “I want to get this strip’s focus back to its roots: contemporary medical issues!” Well, OK, buckle up for “Rex has pivoted his clinic to mostly writing GLP-1 scrips for anyone who asks and then directing them to a dodgy grey-market compounding pharmacy that he gets kickbacks from.”

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Blondie, 3/22/26

The saddest part of this strip is the throwaway panel, which reveals that Blondie has a whole spring cleaning bit lined up to unleash on her husband, only for it to be totally short-circuited by Dagwood’s avoiding-spring-cleaning bit, so they just end up mad at each other. Imagine if she had told him about laundry-robics! Maybe he would’ve been into it, maybe it would have become a beloved family tradition, but I guess we’ll never know. Dagwood’s spring cleaning chore being painting the house isn’t sad per se, but it is confusing.

Rex Morgan, M.D., 3/22/26

I’m beginning to think that a decade of sheltering inside her vast Hollywood mansion has left Mae Mae/Lorna unprepared for actually living in the world incognito. “He’ll never put two and two together, and certainly there’s no way he can hear me, speaking at full volume, in this relatively small and otherwise empty hotel cafe! My secret is safe … forever.”

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Mary Worth, 3/21/26

“My heart … my delicate heart … too weak to fly to see my injured beloved. Time to heal myself using the best technique known to man: taking a pill and then tucking into an enormous bowl of hearty chili. It’s an old family recipe: you cook a pound and a half of ground beef, add barbecue sauce and exactly two beans, and serve!”

Blondie, 3/21/26

“Yeah, it turns out that every day of the year — every moment, really — is a crushing, depressing chore. But at least there’s death waiting for us, right? At least there’s death. [suddenly remembers he’s a character in a long-running comic strip who hasn’t aged appreciably in nearly a century] oh NO”