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 06 – God Riding Shotgun

I’m going outside the damn house today. You may begin your applause now.

There’s a great quote here but it’s redacted for not being at all in anyway worksafe.

My get up and go has got up and went. Can I get back in bed now?

Tags: gonzo, sleep, Spider Jerusalem, transmet

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 05 – What Spider Watches On TV

I love it that the cat tried to s3x him up.

The Wh0re-hopper! Dun dun dun!

I REQUIRE CARIBOU EYES NOW.

Tags: Spider Jerusalem, transmet

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

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 3 – Up On The Roof

- The cop with the “Submit Now” written on the riot shield, man. Wherever we spit, cops we run… endless streets we run…
- And our first look at the lovely auburn hair’d Amazon Channon, oh she the valiant stripper sans nipples, former body guard and pay dacoit.
- I need a t-shirt that says “I’m a completely different kind of bastard.”
- “The smell of scrotal sweat and dirty panty elastic…”
- So many of my freaking ex’s could have been labeled “A p3n1s with a promise.”
- Two tugs of a dead dog’s c0ck. That phrase has served me in good stead across the years.
- The black panel with sparkles on it showing the cops leaving after they beat the sh!t out of him is by far one of the best renditions I’ve seen of a near faint. Bravo.

Tags: Spider Jerusalem, transmet

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 2 – Down the Dip

For once, he’s the most normal person on the cover.
If I had a dime for every time I’ve wanted to put a cigarette out in someone else’s eye, I’d be living in Fiji.
“Incredible tension: like they’re all living in the second before the bullet hits the bone. They’re all waiting to be killed.”
“Make your things on the floor stay, Fred. I’m tired and emotional and I really DO feel like shooting something.”
Gods, I can’t wait until until Fred gets his.
I love the Bazooms neon sign with the heart-shaped nipples.
Our first shot of the nasty b!tch, the two-faced cat. I can’t wait to make a doll of her, complete with lizard and cigarette in one muzzle.
I’d love to hear some of the side stories mentioned here, especially the one involving how so many people died the last time Spider was alone with a phone-line in Prague.
So much Icon Fodder in this issue.

The one thing I really want to learn from Spider is how to say something and then let it go. Not to look for approval nor shrink from disapproval.

My favorite Margaret Mitchell quote is “With enough courage, one can do without a reputation.” It does take bravery, not to care how other people think of or feel about you.

Tags: courage, Spider Jerusalem, transmet

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

I have been crocheting, but you wouldn’t know it from my posting. *wry look* I finished up two doll bodies for my Egyptian Gods series. I have finished 2 crocheted squares and have developed 3 square designs for a theme afghan.

I’ve also done a lot of work on a character from Deathnote, Matt. All he needs now are some finishing touches on his jacket, his glasses, and his gloves. Then he’ll be ready to ship off to the commissioner.

Next, I’ll be finishing up a Pyramid Head doll (from the movie Silent Hill) and a random VERYPINK Fairy Godmother, and so on from there.

My darling husband/webmaster took a TON of pictures last night of some new dolls: my Spider Jerusalem, the crocheted Bowel Disruptor I carried to Dragon*Con, the Dark Queen and Dark Rook from the Fantasy Chess Set I’m developing (you know, in my COPIOUS spare time…), and the Sephiroth I just completed.

I hope to post some pictures of my work soon, and also post more serious content soon. I thought I would have time to develop it, but between work at the RealJob(tm) and various dramas occurring in my sphere I’m lucky to just get the chance to indulge my fixpick up my crochet work every now and again.

Apropos of nothing, I think I’ve lost yet another pair of scissors in my couch. I do most of my work on my couch (since I don’t have a spare room yet for the huge stash of art supplies that owns me), and every week or so I’m losing hooks or other tools down in the cushions. At least this time it wasn’t the Titanium-Coated Shears of Doom.

More on them and everything else later; time to get ready to go to that RealJob(tm) I was talking about…

Tags: bowel disruptor, crochet, Dark Queen, Dark Rook, deathnote, Egyptian Gods, Fantasy Chess Set, life, pyramid head, Sephiroth, Shears of Doom, Spider Jerusalem