Just finished the final issue of Transmetropolitan.
There are not enough curse words in the English language to sufficiently describe my feelings about Warren Ellis now.
Although some of the folks on the WEF make a good try, no, other languages are required.
Actually, I misdirect my hostility, as usual. Only started picking up the book because Jessica Skolnik told me she had a letter printed in an issue (back when Vertigo still had letters pages, so this was. . . a while back). Figured anything that convinced her to write in -- and that had the good taste to print her comments -- had to be worth a look.
Damn her eyes. I should track her down just to say rude things to her.
Six months to the next trade, for those of you who don't buy single issues anymore.
And if you have no idea what I'm babbling about, or consider comics beneath your notice. . . what the hell are you doing here?
I'm half-tempted to ask why, specifically, but I feel the need to have my ire personally raised.
That, and I wouldn't be able to resist telling my housemate; she'd kill me for that.
Without spoiling anything, he managed to accomplish this through cunning and guile.
Ok, he just flat-out lied, and a good chunk of the readership swallowed it hook, line and sinker, because we're SUCKERS. That's no reason for him to take advantage of our guillibility.