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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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Heathcliff, 6/17/25

There are few characters in the comics whose energies are so distinct from one another as Heathcliff and Wilbur Weston, despite the fact that they have remarkably similar body plans. Contrast today’s panel with Wilbur’s drawn-out, over-the-top fish funeral. Sure, Heathcliff mourns. You think he doesn’t mourn for that hot dog, lost forever to the bosom of the sea? But he does it with the sort of quiet dignity that Wilbur has never gotten within a mile of.

Crankshaft, 6/17/25

Crankshaft had two daughters: Pam, who he lives with, and Chris, who lives in the big city and who he visits every once in a while, presumably when he gets the sense that Pam might murder him if he doesn’t get out of town for a little bit. Anyway, you’d think living far away would allow Chris to develop a more independent personality, distinct from her family, but today we learn that making terrible, unfunny malaprops is a tragically genetic condition.

Shoe, 6/17/25

What I really like about this one is that Biz’s facial expression in panel two makes it very clear that he’s flirting.

Rex Morgan, M.D., 6/17/25

“So how does this work? Is a guy with calipers gonna come by and measure our skulls, or do I just jerk off into a cup?”

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Heathcliff, 6/16/25

This is, of course, a hilarious joke about rectal thermometers, and I laud the strip for being subtle enough to not use the words “rectal” or “butthole” or anything like that. However, just to make sure you get the point, Heathcliff’s butt, hanging out the window for his protection, has been depicted in a subtle but still vividly shapely manner, with gentle curves letting us know that yes, the punchline of this panel is specifically about Heathcliff’s ass.

Herb and Jamaal, 6/16/25

Look, Jamaal, I’ve been frank and open about the fact that I too struggle with difficulty remembering the names of acquaintances, even when I remember so many stories about them and details of their lives that it would be extremely embarrassing to ask them, once again, what their name is. So I appreciate you trying out this little “life hack” here, but I don’t think it’s practical. Think of all the social interactions required just to ensure you both end up at the same coffee shop at the same time! Surely his name’s going to come up at some point in that process. So, I like your creativity, but let’s keep brainstorming on this.

Dennis the Menace, 6/16/25

Oh NO but your mom ISN’T HERE RIGHT NOW so he’s gonna DRIVE RIGHT INTO A WALL and you guys AREN’T EVEN IN CHILD SEATS, this is gonna be a BLOODBATH