That’s the only way to describe the relationship between myself and Chris Onstad’s Achewood comic. I read over a year’s worth of strips in the past hour, devouring them like little bites of slightly greasy, barely warm, overly salted movie-theater popcorn, wanting more simply for the satisfaction of having more. It’s pretty weird stuff. My favorites are the strips with Roast Beef and Ray, and the GOF. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, I suggest some research. Right now.
In other news, I got a perfect grade on my latest Calculus 3 test—100%, fools! I win at life!