That's right! Now you too can join in the adventures of everyone's favorite columnist from The Word. Rush right into danger shouting about your journalistic testicles alongside a plush teddy-bear version of Spider Jerusalem armed with your journalist tools (one bottle of Ellis Hard Whisky, One Bowel Disrupter, One carcinoma Angels Cig, and One bag to hold it all).
And when your feeling sad and lonely just give Spider-bear a squeeze and he'll make it all better (provided you didn't piss him off first. If you did...run! Run far and fast).
*Note: Not actually for sale (Unless you make it [and if you do, you should send me one {Because you are Awesome}]). Not actually made to represent a famous journalist without his approval (well ok it is, but don't tell him that. I like my bowels).
I had to make a child's toy for 3D modeling so I decided to make a teddy-bear. But that was just boring so I made something that I would really love to see made. Wow that wasn't a long story at all (or I'm just so tired I don't notice that I'm leaving most of the story out).
If you haven't read Transmetropolitan yet then you have no idea what I'm talking about. So just sit there and bask in the neatness of the pics. Also you need to go read Transmet right now. Go find Blake and get his copies, or borders, or order them off of Amazon. I guarantee you aren't wasting your cash or time. Even if you've read it before go do so again. I command it! I also command Ham! I am a Ham leader!
...What the hell am I talking about?
Well that's it folks. I've been working like a dog on this for the last 20 hours straight with a mouse that keeps craping out on me, an internet connection that decides to be intermittent when I need it the most, half a pack of cigarettes, a full tank of gas, 106 miles to Chicago, it's dark, and we're wearing sunglasses...wait a minute! I switched genre's there.
Anyway enough of my whining I'm going to head off to sleep for a bit and then I'm toying with the idea of sending a pic to Warren Ellis to see if I can get a nasty email back from him (I actually think he'll like it. But you know Warren, the way he expresses joy is for him to stick his penis in your ear and wank furiously while you sleep. And then delay the latest releases of his comics to say thanks for the fuck).
My rant is going strange places. I definitely think it's time for bed.
I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
'Cos I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad World
-The Pondering Dragon
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Not often enough. Not often enough...
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