Gil Thorp, 6/6/25

Deep in the 2020 pandemic lockdowns, I decided that the dream of the '90s had finally well and truly died, and I shaved off my goatee and then grew in a full beard that I've maintained ever since (apologies to all if it unnerves you to learn that my caricature in this blog's logo is not fully accurate, facial hair-wise). Marty clung onto the Evil Spock look for another five years, but now, as part of his strategy to get his life together, he's gone with the mustachio'd look that an increasing number of the kids today seem to like. And it's clearly a good move: he's already going to sub for his replacement on some terrible morning radio talk show, mere minutes after getting home from the barber who ceremonially sheared him! I like the fact that his dog is licking his mustache clean, presumably to get the last of the facial hair food residue that he's used to feasting on.

Mary Worth, 6/6/25