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sorcyressA few days ago, I voted! Early voting is a pretty cool and convenient thing, especially since on actual voting day I will be nannying, which comes with much harder hours than teaching.
Anywho, any engagement with politics brings to mind the finest comic Vertigo ever published (and no, I do not mean Sandman, although I should probably do the typical perky-goth thing and write about Death sometime), which I reread about once every eighteen months except during election years when I read it over and fucking over again. I am, of course, talking about Transmetropolitan, and turning my eyes towards the violent and virulent Yelena Rossini.
Look, I am not Spider Jerusalem and never will be and that's probably a good thing in the long run. But I am more than comfortable with the idea of being one of his Filthy Assistants, and letting his conviction and corruption run through me. Which assistant? Well, there's the tall busty one who's good at fighting and has shitty taste in men. And then there's the short, flat-chested one who writes and sleeps with Spider himself. No questions here.
Yelena starts out kinda lost. She's not sure he even knows her name, she's just here to make sure the nice journalist has enough drugs to function. But he infects her with his wild passion, and she finds herself just as determined to bring down the corruption in the oval office. It is a delight to watch her grow and fight.
Plus, coming from a upper class liberal-leaning family and going out to find your own way, even if it involves being poor and miserable a lot of the time? Dude, I've fucking _been_ there. My father probably wouldn't use quite the same language as Oscar Rossini, but I can see himself presenting his wrists to the police with a wicked grin in order to make sure The Truth gets through and makes an impact.
Also, and this is important, I love the Filthy Assistant wardrobe aesthetic. I mean, my personal style is much more witchka1 than anything else right now, but I definitely have my punk-rocky Filthy Assistant days, and I always feel marvelous and powerful when I do.
Read Transmet. Vote. Make the world as beautiful a place as you can, because there's no one and nothing out there except us. Take care of each other --or uncle Spider will shoot you with his bowel disrupter and the rest of us will laugh and laugh.
~Sor
MOOP!
1: Though like Tiffany Aching, I prefer to be a colourful sort of witchy. Black is too dull.
Anywho, any engagement with politics brings to mind the finest comic Vertigo ever published (and no, I do not mean Sandman, although I should probably do the typical perky-goth thing and write about Death sometime), which I reread about once every eighteen months except during election years when I read it over and fucking over again. I am, of course, talking about Transmetropolitan, and turning my eyes towards the violent and virulent Yelena Rossini.
Look, I am not Spider Jerusalem and never will be and that's probably a good thing in the long run. But I am more than comfortable with the idea of being one of his Filthy Assistants, and letting his conviction and corruption run through me. Which assistant? Well, there's the tall busty one who's good at fighting and has shitty taste in men. And then there's the short, flat-chested one who writes and sleeps with Spider himself. No questions here.
Yelena starts out kinda lost. She's not sure he even knows her name, she's just here to make sure the nice journalist has enough drugs to function. But he infects her with his wild passion, and she finds herself just as determined to bring down the corruption in the oval office. It is a delight to watch her grow and fight.
Plus, coming from a upper class liberal-leaning family and going out to find your own way, even if it involves being poor and miserable a lot of the time? Dude, I've fucking _been_ there. My father probably wouldn't use quite the same language as Oscar Rossini, but I can see himself presenting his wrists to the police with a wicked grin in order to make sure The Truth gets through and makes an impact.
Also, and this is important, I love the Filthy Assistant wardrobe aesthetic. I mean, my personal style is much more witchka1 than anything else right now, but I definitely have my punk-rocky Filthy Assistant days, and I always feel marvelous and powerful when I do.
Read Transmet. Vote. Make the world as beautiful a place as you can, because there's no one and nothing out there except us. Take care of each other --or uncle Spider will shoot you with his bowel disrupter and the rest of us will laugh and laugh.
~Sor
MOOP!
1: Though like Tiffany Aching, I prefer to be a colourful sort of witchy. Black is too dull.