The world can be saved by steampunk

I’ve been reading Girl Genius for, I dunno, over a year now, and I still get unnaturally excited every time a new page is released.  I read them like four times, sometimes out loud (which is less abnormal that it might sound actually, I talk to myself / recite scenes from head out loud all the time) particularly when there is a lot of jager dialogue; and also I’m getting the trades and occasionally page back through them.

Normally my obsessions with my new hobbies / media fetishes are played out nova style in a sudden orgasmic explosion of low-productivity, like marathoning some anime or some such, but since GG comes out in such tiny bitesize delicious morsels of comic yum yum salty…spicy…*SLOBBEREXPLODE*

Uh, so the point is I’m distributing a lot of obsessive behavior over a release cycle that is constant enough to keep me attached (compare monthly comic books), but slow enough that I don’t burn out; instead it is going to slowly gnaw away my sanity until the day I come storming out of my apartment mostly naked with a ray gun constructed out of plastic cups and computer cable, and declare in a vaguely Slavic accent my intense love for SCIENCE.  Then the ray gun will explode.