Man, say what you like about the Stad, but he looks like a saint compared to some of the fuckin sour-faced entitled whiny grudge-bearing has-been twats in this thread.
Mainly LFM, who seems to think that Onstad isn't acknowledging the role of the proletariat (mostly LFM) in the success of Achewood. Prick.

PS: love and hugs to most people on the thread who aren't human broken records.

We are the inchoate, stinking, hide-wrapped Fallen all cargo-culting up our own achewood cartoons from scraps of newspaper and flour glue.

Our Coming of Age ceremony is to live in the wilderness for weeks on no food, slapping a big rock with F5 on it.

The Tribal Chief sports a Chochacho medallion made of carved cow bone, and demands 'donations' of dogmeat from all the tribesmen to 'Keep The Server Running'.

Edit: I just realised this isnt the case!

ALL of it?!

Well... the first 40 seconds or so. My rendition gets kinda hazy after that.

Dewn dewn dudiddlen dew dewwn
Diddlebep bep bep bep bahdiddlew
Dewn dewn dudiddlen dew dewwn
Diddlebep bep bep bep bah diddlew
Bowp bowp biddlow bowp bowp bowp bowwwm
Brrlbahp bap bap bap ba biddleow
Bowww baba boww baba boww bababababap bap bap
Bap babap babap babap babababah bap bahhhh
Biddlah bapbap bapbap bapbap baaaaah
dingydingyding!
etc.

I have a couple very long-term earworms that I unconsciously start humming now and then. Have done for years:


1) Quantum Leap Theme.

2) I am the Resurrection Guitar Solo.

WHY?!

The drawings in Forming are very inventive and interesting, and I like the conversational tone juxtaposed with the crazy subject matter. But... the storyline is utterly incomprehensible (to me)!

This Hathor the Cowgoddess bitch makes me feel patriarchal as heck.

(sorry ladies)

What, no giant squid?

(the giant squid is hiding in the bushes)

(oops I didn't click BO's link before posting)

I couldn't 'do a Whipit', partly because I'd worry that doing this act might sometimes just kill you instantly in mid huff. But it's mostly because I can't really face the idea that at the end you have all that cream, sitting in the can, unwhipped and unreachable. It just seems a terrible waste of cream. Rock on, fellow Rockstars.