The next two weeks are popcorn weeks. If this were a movie, it’s that part of a movie where you’re shoveling popcorn in your mouth so fast you don’t notice until your butter-greasy fingers have been scrabbling futilely against the slick cardboard bottom of the carton for minutes. You reach for your extra-large soda to wet your salt-encrusted lips only to be greeted by the desperate slurping sound of a straw run dry. You could get up for that refill, but you’ve got to see how this plays out first…