I can feel it in my bones. It’s a multi-entry day.

This is my own personal niche fandom, but I am going crazy with waiting for updates to Achewood, to see if little Philippe is okay and manages to escape from the clutches of crazy serial-killer Pete.

Pete dragged him off to the “super-secret ice cream shop” in the limestone quarry on Hallowe’en night, and Phillipe’s still wearing his little bumble bee costume, and things are getting really tense with the search party getting wasted on Laphroaig and playing impossible Tetris games in their heads.

This is hitting home particularly hard after reading “The Lovely Bones” in our last bookclub meeting.

Achewood is a superb online comic that sanity_claus turned me on to, and I have to recommend that everyone and their sister read the archives. Here is where the name of the comic comes from (although this has NOTHING to do with the content, which varies wildly from Subway franchise wars to space travel to Mark Twain and all over hell’s half acre).

“Achewood,” like wormwood, was used by antebellum slaves in the production of “achewater,” a long-since outmoded and outlawed Southern beverage.

Drinkers of achewater experienced hallucinations and euphoria, but the after-effects of the liquor produced a deep and lasting melancholy (hence its name).

Modern science has confirmed that achewood oil, the active ingredient in achewater, is a powerful depressant which causes irreversible neurological damage.