Heathcliff, 5/21/25

Real heads who read Heathcliff daily know that most weeks have a theme of some sort -- "dirt week", "garbage week", and so forth. This week is "sunflower week," and the way it's unfolded is a pretty good demonstration of how the current delightfully deranged iteration of Heathcliff works. Monday's panel was pretty normal, all things considered: Heathcliff and a baseball manager are sitting in a dugout, Heathcliff is spitting sunflower seeds the way baseball players do, there are a bunch of very tall sunflowers (normal sunflowers without human faces, mind you) growing in the dugout, taking up most of the room, and the manager says "No more chewing sunflower seeds." You could see a version of this as a New Yorker cartoon. But things have escalated: today Heathcliff is standing in the outfield, summoning a grinning, sunglasses-wearing spirit, the so-called "Genie of the Sunflower Seeds," from his snack packet. And it's only Wednesday! Imagine how much weirder this could potentially get!

Mary Worth, 5/21/25