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Aug. 18th, 2003 02:53 pmHappiness is four, count 'em, FOUR bright shiny trade paperbacks of Transmetropoltian.
An excerpt:
My editor, Mitchell Royce, makes me attend a Media Exploitation meeting at the offices of THE WORD, the crapulous rag you currently have slowly dissolving in your hands. It does not go well. I am shown Magical Truthsaying Bastard Spidey, animated versions of my columns in the manner of Japanese cartoons. I am shown enough useless shit to make shelters for every war refugee in western England. I am forced to remonstrate physically with the media rep, until Royce stuns me with wads of royalty money.
An excerpt:
My editor, Mitchell Royce, makes me attend a Media Exploitation meeting at the offices of THE WORD, the crapulous rag you currently have slowly dissolving in your hands. It does not go well. I am shown Magical Truthsaying Bastard Spidey, animated versions of my columns in the manner of Japanese cartoons. I am shown enough useless shit to make shelters for every war refugee in western England. I am forced to remonstrate physically with the media rep, until Royce stuns me with wads of royalty money.