Achewood

Lately I've been going crazy for Achewood. It's OK if you look at it and think "What the hell is all this?" It's what I did when I first saw it back along. Now, I grant you, it's not always funny and when it is it's generally in a pretty back-handed way.

The character Roast Beef, for example, may be the cartoon cat embodiment of pathos, but he's so damn sympathetic I spend most of the time I'm readin' it wanting to give him a big hug.

So if I'm using a weird idiom of run-on sentences, redundant intensifiers and slightly unorthodox vocabulary, I'm sorry. I'm imitating a cat from circumstances.

So I had cheshire cheese on crackers for lunch. Emma's gone to visit her mother in Southend and left us all to eat her food on account of it basically mouldering otherwise and particularly this cheshire cheese which seemed cool and regional but was not to her taste. I like it but it's gone all dry due to freezerburn on one side, this girl does not know how to store cheese is basically what I'm sayin'.