For the next two weeks, while we're away on our honeymoon, I'm running three new strips a week, M-W-F. These are ultra-classic, single-row Achewood strips like you saw in 2001.
I'm posting three a week instead of the usual one-on-Friday because, frankly, posting short strips makes me feel insecure about providing enough value for you, even though I love how this set of six captures the old absurdist flavor of original Achewood. It's me, not you.
Why am I doing short strips at all? Because they show an essential element of the Achewood approach, and it's also becoming a pleasant custom for me to do these during my vacations. They make use of the scratch-and-dent part of my writing file — weird little ideas that can't carry a long-form strip.
Please enjoy the change-up, and when I return, you will probably see a comic about what it's like to honeymoon in Italy during a transportation strike. (Hint: Ray will sit in one restaurant in Minori and eat Pasta alla Garlic Butter until his systolic becomes a hum, like the electric pump of an aquarium).