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Beetle Bailey, 3/29/26

The last panel here fills me with nothing but contempt. Apparently the only way they could think of to visually drive home that Sarge had pizza at bedtime was to put a pizza box in bed with him, but then they put it in a wildly unrealistic position (open? on his thighs?) and drew it without any identifying features so it looks like a laptop. Beetle is there to deliver the necessary information anyway. The rest of the strip is fine, definitely not the most unpleasant dream sequence the strip has ever done.

Mary Worth, 3/29/26

OK, I joked yesterday about how maybe dumb old Harvey isn’t the one we should be sympathetic with in this scenario, but if “Trixie” actually manages to escape his awful enslavement thanks to the outdoor privileges he earned scamming Harvey, I think we genuinely have a moral dilemma on our hands here. And who knows, maybe “Trixie” will track down Harvey and tell him the full story and offer to help make him whole to the best of his abilities. And maybe they’ll fall in love! Dare to dream!

Blondie, 3/29/26

Hey, do mild stimulants help you get more productivity out of your workers? For a little while, anyway, is what Dithers just found out. Back to the drawing board! Let’s take that “mild” out next time, maybe!

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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.”