I’ve decided that every Tuesday I’m going to go back and reread an issue of Transmetropolitan. It seems appropriate, what with my stream of brain medications and my endless frustration with the planet. If you’ve not read Transmet you need to, even if you’re not perhaps fans of comic books. It rocks the world. Think Hunter S. Thompson in a crazy future with more exciting drugs and more interesting weapons, bringing the light (and the chairleg) of TRUTH into the City.

So here’s my notes on Issue 1: The Summer of the Year.

I love the dead mouse wrapped in the “buy more bullets” $5 bill.
And then he shoots the phone but nothing happens. I’d not realized that.
His bumper sticker says “Jesus is my Best Friend… but he won’t loan me money…”
Gods, what I wouldn’t give to have a rocket launcher with the words “Eat Me” on it.
Everybody’s in the city that would want to be in the city, and no one ever really leaves; that figures.
There needs to be a band called “Marijuana and Cherries”.
“Dissenting lovers on the run from a Chinese culture reservation, kissing their way to a new revolution.”
Thank god he got rid of all that hair, although the arse shot was nice.
I love it that his shades were produced by a Maker on drugs.
Our first view of Fred Christ, alien love messiah!

I’m also now playing an exciting game called “Guess which of my medications are poisoning me at the moment?” I’m thinking that one of them has Ninja Gluten in it, but I’m not sure which one. Out of FOUR exciting brain meds my shrinkdoc has given me, I’ve managed to clear 2 and mostly rule out 1… it’s the last that may still be giving me poison.

Everybody go check out A Page A Day — tomorrow I’m going to start giving away my Octopus Pattern!

Tags: gluten, hunter s. thompson, illness, Spider Jerusalem