Originally published at benchiladaland. You can comment here or there.

 
 
Apologies for my website’s misbehaving last week. It seems that most people couldn’t see this comic due to some anti-spam plugin malfunction, so I’ve reposted it.

I’ve had the plugin shot.

Nearly everything in my Fuckbrain Comix has actually happened. Sure, I’ve never actually had a dog cry at me, or had my brain leap out of my head, but with the exception of a smidge of little white lies—you wouldn’t begrudge me a little hyperbole…a drop—all of these events are true. There’s a fun difference with this one, though. Most of the other ones have been very brain-specific to me. But with this…

YOU can pretend it was happening to YOU.
YOU can imagine the smell, the sounds, the revulsion.
The only thing you can’t do is Choose Your Own Adventure.

If you don’t have the genitalia or aim to put yourself in my shoes—stop looking between my legs—then take some lessons or pretend that you’re using one of these.

Now then, let’s talk about the people to whom I wanted to shout…

Fuckbrain Comix Urinal Beast
Fuckbrain Comix Urinal Beast 2
Fuckbrain Comix Urinal Beast 3

You can still smell it, can’t you? Don’t think about the bottom of your shoes.

Ta-ra,

benjamin

Originally published at benchiladaland. You can comment here or there.

Drew a page of a new Fuckbrain Comix: OCD Edition for you last night, but was unable to get it scanned to release today. Two more pages of it to draw, as well as the next page or two of The Wizard’s Lesson. Weekend plans, then.

A combination of factors–persontimes, medication changes, and generalized stress–have been making my Tourette’s extra mean for a few days. I can feel the verbal outbursts just on the edge of expression, but thankfully they haven’t manifested yet.

 

My hip twitches–to blazes with them!–are increasing again, which often leads to this:

 

I’ve been having right leg issues, which once led me to have to walk like this for a year or two. I’m still not completely over what my friends affectionately call my Pimp Limp:

 

 

Now that I’ve rambled and bitched for a bit, I should let you know that my next blog entry will be better written. I’m adjusting how I approach this site again; not just art, but proper posts, too. I miss talking about things off of FB, and this allows me to connect with other people and discussions through my Twitter, Livejournal, et cetera,

We’ll see how that works out. :)

Love,

benjamin

Originally published at benchilada. You can comment here or there.

I’m marginally surprised that nobody seems to have found my Easter Egg in Tuesday’s comic….

In any event, today’s Fuckbrain Classic is from 8 years ago, when my OCD was far worse than it is now. While I still stick to most of the rules in this comic, I’ve been able to overcome a few of them.

Fuckbrain Comix Presents Using a Public Restroom 2

I’m just wigging the fuck out of y’all this week, aren’t I?

Love,

benjamin

Originally published at benchilada. You can comment here or there.

I absolutely despise when one of my conditions rears its head while I’m doing something important. One of the most infuriating is when my OCD flips on while I’m drawing.

I tossed this off after struggling mightily on the first page of the Chinese folk tale I’m drawing as my next project. Let’s not talk about how much I did this last night:

OCD when drawing

My drawing style kind of hinges around me not taking a preposterous amount of to do it. Part of the “charm” is that there’s a spontaneity to the pieces, and that if you look carefully you can see all the mistakes I’ve tried to digitally remove. Over-thinking my art condemns me to a purgatory of questioning each pencil mark, the opposite of what I want.

So be it.

Here’s a photo of the side-entrance to Stone-Robot Enterprises for you. We don’t use it much because, a) We’re hippies, b) It’s protected by golems not created by us.

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New Fuckbrain Comix up tomorrow or Wednesday.

Love,

benjamin
Who may be sick

Originally published at benchilada. You can comment here or there.

I absolutely despise when one of my conditions rears its head while I’m doing something important. One of the most infuriating is when my OCD flips on while I’m drawing.

I tossed this off after struggling mightily on the first page of the Chinese folk tale I’m drawing as my next project. Let’s not talk about how much I did this last night: 
 
OCD when drawing 

My drawing style kind of hinges around me not taking a preposterous amount of to do it. Part of the “charm” is that there’s a spontaneity to the pieces, and that if you look carefully you can see all the mistakes I’ve tried to digitally remove. Over-thinking my art condemns me to a purgatory of questioning each pencil mark, the opposite of what I want.

So be it.

Here’s a photo of the side-entrance to Stone-Robot Enterprises for you. We don’t use it much because, a) We’re hippies, b) It’s protected by golems not created by us. 
 
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New Fuckbrain Comix up tomorrow or Wednesday.

Love,

benjamin
Who may be sick

...my brain was acting up last week.

Usually When I'm This Happy Fuckbrain Art

Everybody's got a little bit of OCD. I've got a little bit of everybody's. Here's one example for you.

My brain likes certain things to be organized and then placed into piles and stacks. It's very difficult for me to use drawers, as out of sight is truly out of mine for me. As such, small clusters of things sprout up around our house. On occasion, I realize that these detritus-mounds are getting a bit obtrusive, so I decide to clean up a bit.

All of these sorted things were in dozens of different piles around our place. When I organize, I gather ALL of them, make one HUGE mound, and sort downwards. In this photo, I was about to start on the box in the lower right.

None are put away until ALL are sorted.

A few weeks ago I had pulled out a few piles of stuff and a box of papers to go through. Nadja casually mentioned that I should really stand up and take a photograph. I had absolutely no idea why she would ask me to do this.

b  - “I'm just sorting things.”
N - “Mmm-hmm.”
b  - “Why would I take a picture of—[looking down]—oh.”
N - “That's not how most people sort things, baby.”
b  - “Not surprising.”

I had never taken a step back from my sorting methods and looked at them from the outside. When I look at this photograph, I know exactly what's going on; it took me no time at all to label it even though I took it over a month ago. When I look at it from the point of view of somebody just walking into the room? Holy shit, that dude must have The Crazies.

My obsessive compulsive disorder has, over the past few years, managed to overtake my mood disorder and my Tourette's. They're both still around, of course, but having Nadja around has calmed them both. My OCD has picked up the slack and become an inexcusable bastard.

I'm going to try to start taking notes of some of my methods and peculiarities. Perhaps I can get back into doing some Fuckbrain Comix specifically about these things.




Here’s a key to my labeling. Any jokes made about how the letters in the photo aren’t in the right order are clearly being made by somebody without OCD. :)

Oh, FINE, you want to know what everything IS... )


Love,

benjamin

Sample dialogue from Stone-Robot Enterprises:

"Baby, your Bellerophon is ringing."

"This recipe calls for one meejum grunyun and a half cup of meef."

Seriously, about every fourth sentence has a made-up, bullshit word. I am a far worse sinner than [livejournal.com profile] fairyarmadillo, though, when my Tourette's/OCD gets going....



Fuckbrain Cereals

Fuckbrain Comix - Feet on Deadly Leaves



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For as far back as I can remember, up until about 18, my brain had convinced me that all pointy leaves on the ground during fall had poisonous tips. This meant that I could step downward on them, but if one blew towards me, I would leap appropriately to dodge.

OCD makes you do some weird shit.

To this day, I sometimes find myself staring a little too hard at the sidewalk in front of my feet during autumn....

Love,

b

benchilada: (GATECRUSHER!)

Fuckbrain Comix has undergone some changes.

Since a lot has changed in my life--and since I only have so much crazy that I can do full-sheet comics about--it's time to reduce the size and focus on incidents.

There will still be some larger ones, but they will mostly be more bite-size.

Please to enjoy.

Love,

benjamin



...don't you dare add "Disorder" to the end unless you do things like irrationally think your hands are sticky, wash them three times, wash your desk and keyboard and mouse with cleaner, wash them again with water, wash your hands again, and then powder them before putting on latex gloves, all while sweating and shaking.

Yeah, everybody has some O's and some C's, but please understand that the D part is what sets we truly broken ones apart. Use the letters with caution.

I count my blessings regularly, and I hope that you do, too. Just for today, add to your list that you don't have to do things like this. :)

Fast art about the perils of hip-twitching from Tourette's making food processing rather aggravating.

Fast art about the perils of Tourette's-induced Thundershits

Please excuse all the lines and things through this. It was my first time using Bristol board for a Fuckbrain Comix, and not only did I neglect to use a photo-negative blue pencil, but I also pressed too hard. After about 40 minutes of touch-ups on a VERY ugly scan, I decided that this will do.

Oh, and to show you how hard it is to draw when you can't draw:

This was a 9 x 13 sheet of Bristol board.

CONCEIVING / PENCILING - 2 hours
INKING - 2 hours
COLORING - 20 minutes
SCANNING / CROPPING - 20 minutes
DIGITAL TOUCH-UP - 40 minutes

So, from a blank sheet to this entry: 5 hours and 20 minutes.

Zounds.

Please to enjoy!

Fuckbrain Comix Number 3301

HOW THE FUCKING DICKASS SHITCOCKER DID I MISS THAT IT'S
TOURETTE SYNDROME AWARENESS MONTH?

What?

Oh, yeah, 'cause I never pay attention to that crap.

I blame The Fuckbrain.

Oh, and it seems that there were books about pimping even at the turn of the century. All about the Benjamins? Fuck that, he's...

Out for the Coin by Hugh McHugh aka George Vere Hobart - Book about pimping from 1903 except that I'm lying

By Hugh McHugh, nee George Vere Hobart.

Sorting out the schedules and doing a workable payroll for escorts  is certainly not the easiest job to have,

b

HEY! I MADE YOU A "ART"!


Links to the things mention in the comic are located beneath the, uh...the comic.

Fuckbrain Comix - Ow Ow Ow resized

Trust me, my pimp limp is very rarely this bad anymore. This was shot shortly after it started, when it was really forceful.



And here's the link to the voice post I made while having a really horrific night. If you listen you for it you can occasionally hear me hitting the back of head. :(

Smooches,

benjamin

And, cross fingers, there might be some stories on the way. There's a bit of a chance that my artist's block is finally fading away.

There's also a chance that I ate the Queen of England for breakfast and your mom's a weasel. So there's that.

In any event, enjoy some text-fucking-heavy FUCKBRAIN COMIX:


Fuckbrain Comix presents Mesemerism and Art

There you have it. That's what you get when you write a comic during some lovely manic-swings. Apparently you favor hoards of text over leaving space for art.

NEON ART: "Human Nature/Life Death" by Bruce Nauman. Remember, those were randomly blinking on and off.
NO VIDEO, BUT A PAGE ABOUT THE SHORT FILM: "Dance or Exercise on the Perimeter of a Square (Square Dance)" by Bruce Nauman

Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] blackcat2086 for helping me get that second title.

OFFICIAL BEERS OF THIS FUCKBRAIN COMIX: Modelo Especial and Tecate
OFFICIAL COFFEE STAIN: "Escobar's Blend," straight from the Columbia Street Roastery

LATER, SUCKAS.

b

Anybody who knows me even vaguely knows that I'm forgetful, to an almost preposterous degree. Seriously, we're talking somebody who can't remember even the

Sara chafes in her regrettable position as "Person Who Has To Remind benjamin To Do Things Like Wipe" and so last night I drew this for her.

I then scanned it in on a public terminal at a library, on a scanner that apparently decided that white paper is gray.

I also penciled it too darkly, resulting in...

WHY AM I APOLOGIZING TO YOU?!



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