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.

Issue 4 – On The Stump

Depends on the dog, really. There are a few I wouldn’t mind seeing dead.
Band name: Carcinoma Angels.
I don’t treat life as an autopsy. Life is bouts of creativity between stomping down the motherf!ckers.
I love Spider’s face on page 15. Also page 17.
Gods, this issue is full of potential icons.
Frankly, only GUNS strike fear in the heart of criminals. Everything else is just a bl0wj0b: pleasurable lip-flapping that makes one feel better about themselves afterwards.

Shorter entry today; not really feeling up to much. There’s a lot I need to get accomplished, and soon.

Tags: Spider Jerusalem, transmet