BANG-AT-BANG tattoos

Bit of a story here.

I'm one of the executors of the estate of Michael Hart. He was the e-book guy, the founder of Project Gutenberg, and one of my best friends. That having been said, he did make me an executor, so he must have held a little malice in his heart towards me. :P

He died in September 2011, but his estate is still slowly being processed, so Nadja and I are really devoting a LOT of our lives to this endeavor right now. As such, my lovely [livejournal.com profile] fairyarmadillo had the idea that we should memorialize both Michael and this part of our lives with a little something he used to do.

Michael liked e-mail. He sent lots of e-mails. No, really, LOTS of e-mails. Thankfully, he knew that none of us could possibly read everything he wrote, so when there was something of grave import or in need of immediate reply, the subject line started with what he called BANG-AT-BANG, represented as !@!.

Michael was important. This estate is important. The things made and done with our arms are important. My relationship with Nadja Robot is supremely important.

Both of our wrists match now. We have <3 on the left and !@! on the right.

When we hold hands, one will be against the other.

Love is important.

b

:D

Jan. 18th, 2011 04:26 pm

What's that?


One of my body parts is on Geeky Tattoos again?

This time with [info]fairyarmadillo?

FUCK YEAH, INTERNET.

DOUBLE FUCK YEAH, LADYBEE!

Tonight I get to see Nadja Robot {aka [livejournal.com profile] fairyarmadillo ) and then I never have to be away from her again.

Massive thanks to everybody who's been supportive of the two of us through both the easy and the hard times. We couldn't have done it without you. Well, maybe we could have, but you made it a metric fuckton easier. :)

Do me a favor, my monkeys: love each other.



Love,

benjamin and Nadja

THINGS TO REMEMBER:

1) Tell everybody that Nadja "[livejournal.com profile] fairyarmadillo" Robot is going to be moving in with me on the 2nd of January, after I spend my Christmas break from work with her in Oakland,

2) Tell the aforementioned people, "Of COURSE we're engaged,"

3) Tell them same folks that my Ladybee and I will get married exactly when the mood hits us; the celebration with friends will be after,

4) This list.

Love,

benjamin

Soon, kids, soon. I know I say that a lot, but life is finally settling into relatively chill and awesome. In my own place, free time for art and writing, a whole new life.

Time to finish reinventing myself.

For now, have some pics of when my lovely lady--The Shiny, Spiky, Cog-Driven Wonder known as Nadja "[livejournal.com profile] fairyarmadillo" Robot--came to visit last week.

Nothing like sex, then talking in bed for a while, then her suggesting we go read comics on the couch for a while.

Oh yeah, it's love. Only took us fifteen years to figure it out.

Click the pic for the whole photoset on Flickr.



You wanna see kinda an update and timeline for my coming life?

From my lady, the exquisite [livejournal.com profile] fairyarmadillo ?

Then click right here.

I'm a happy monkey.

Love,

b
benchilada: (Bird People)
There’s no easy way to say this, so...

The last fourteen years have been the most amazing of my life, but Lovely Wife Sara and I have come to different places in our lives with different goals in mind.

She and I are separating.

This is entirely amicable; we both love each other very fucking much and will be best friends forever. We’re happy, and we’re both going to have amazing lives.

We’re both exploring new relationships right now; mine is with Nadja Robot, aka [livejournal.com profile] fairyarmadillo .

Of course there are still some sad moments, but basically, be happy for the fantastic years she and I had together, and be happy because we are.

Love,

benjamin and Sara

Ladies and Gentlemen and Internauts and Stingrays of all sizes...

Welcome to Year Two of...



It's the "Holiday Season" and everybody needs gifts for their friends and family.
It's the "Holiday Season" and starving artists are extra-starving because they need gifts for friends and family.

HERE'S WHERE THE TWAIN SHALL MEET!

PIMP YOUR MONEY-MAKER!


THE RULES OF THE GAME:

1)
PIMP ART THAT YOU HAVE FOR SALE - Doesn't matter what kind of art you make. I don't care if you've got a novel or mini-comics or original art or t-shirts or if you bronze snails that are fucking or whatever. Doesn't matter if you already make money off of your art. I want to hear about it and so does the public, whether they know it or not,

2) PIMP ONLY ART THAT IS FOR SALE - I make frequent pimpings in my LJ about art and writing and so on that I think you should know about, so I'll cover that another time. This day is for people to--WITH LUCK--make a little cash or get some awesome shit. By shit I mean art...unless your art is poop-sculpture, in which case I mean both,

3) PIMP YOUR ART IN THE COMMENTS SECTION - Make sure that you make an individual comment to the entry itself! This way people skimming the comments can see your stuff. If you make a response to somebody else's comment with your art, it will probably get compressed as the day goes on and will no longer be visible. A good comment will, ideally, have a photo of your art, a link to your website, how much people can expect to pay for your art, how people can pay for your art, and whether or not you will accept other art in trade, i.e. a minicomic for a minicomic. Last year we discovered that Etsy photo links don't always work, so you may need to use Flickr or Photobucket or just tape photos to your monitor.

4) PIMP YOUR ART ONLY ONCE - Multiple comments will be probably deleted, unless you've got a correction to make to an earlier comment. If you positively horribly must have something in the comments that you totally forgot the first time, let me know and we'll try to get it in if it's not just more photos of more stuff but rather a real update that people need to know. I'd prefer that people take a little time crafting their comment to having to allow tons of comments from single individuals,

5) PIMP THIS ENTRY TO YOUR FRIENDS - The more that people hear about this, the more likely your art is to sell, the more likely art of others is to sell, the more likely that penguins will strike ice fish from bel--no, that was the special I watched last night on PBS. But, yeah, tell people about this whether you have art in it or not,

6) COME BACK TO THIS ENTRY TODAY AND TOMORROW AND SO ON - Since this entry will be constantly updated, there will be more stuff to see all the time. I'll have a few reminders, including at least one tomorrow, one over the weekend and one on Monday. If you get tired of the reminders, the Sit-n-Spin is in the corner, as is the raggedy butt-plug,

7) ANONYMOUS COMMENTS ARE ENABLED - This is for anybody who swings by but doesn't have an LJ...which will happen if you obey Rule 5. If you're commenting anonymously, simply follow the instructions in Rule 3, just add who you are and be very specific about contact information, et cetera,

Possibly the most important of all...

8)
BUY SHIT!!! - Obviously not everybody is going to be able to buy shit. I'm cool with that. But if you see something that's reasonable and you have a little extra cash from that trick you turned at 3 a.m. then consider using it for a good cause. If you see a good book or a good poop sculpture, buy it. You'll probably not regret it.

My monkeys, the event begins now!

Get to work, give us your art, come back frequently, have a drink for lunch today, and happy-motherfucking-hunting!

Smooches,

Your Internet Monkey King

Thirteen years ago I first started holding hands and making out with Lovely Sara.

I love her so hard.



Ladies and gentlemen and internauts of all sizes...

Welcome to...


 
 
It's the "Holiday Season" and everybody needs gifts for their friends and family.
It's the "Holiday Season" and starving artists are extra-starving because they need gifts for friends and family.

HERE'S WHERE THE TWAIN SHALL MEET!

PIMP YOUR MONEY-MAKER!


THE RULES OF THE GAME

 
1) PIMP ART THAT YOU HAVE FOR SALE - Doesn't matter what kind of art you make. I don't care if you've got a novel or mini-comics or original art or t-shirts or poop-sculptures or whatever. Doesn't matter if you already make money off of your art. I want to hear about it and so does the public, whether they know it or not,

2) PIMP ONLY ART THAT IS FOR SALE - I make frequent pimpings in my LJ about art and writing and so on that I think you should know about, so I'll cover that another time. This day is for people to--WITH LUCK--make a little cash or get some awesome shit. By shit I mean art...unless your art is poop-sculpture (see above), in which case I mean both,

3) PIMP YOUR ART IN THE COMMENTS SECTION - Make sure that you make an individual comment to the entry itself! This way people skimming the comments can see your stuff. If you make a response to somebody else's comment with your art, it will probably get compressed as the day goes on and will no longer be visible. A good comment will, ideally, have a photo of your art, a link to your website, how much people can expect to pay for your art, how people can pay for your art, and whether or not you will accept other art in trade, i.e. a minicomic for a minicomic,

4) PIMP YOUR ART ONLY ONCE - Multiple comments will be probably deleted, unless you've got a correction to make to an earlier comment. If you positively horribly must have something in the comments that you totally forgot the first time, let me know and we'll try to get it in if it's not just more photos of more stuff but rather a real update that people need to know. I'd prefer that people take a little time crafting their comment to having to allow tons of comments from single individuals,

5) PIMP THIS ENTRY TO YOUR FRIENDS - The more that people hear about this, the more likely your art is to sell, the more likely art of others is to sell, the more likely that penguins will strike ice fish from bel--no, that was the special I watched last night on PBS. But, yeah, tell people about this whether you have art in it or not,

6) COME BACK TO THIS ENTRY TODAY AND TOMORROW AND SO ON - Since this entry will be constantly updated, there will be more stuff to see all the time. I'll have a few reminders, including at least one tomorrow, one over the weekend and one on Monday. If you get tired of the reminders, the Sit-n-Spin is in the corner, as is the raggedy butt-plug,

7) ANONYMOUS COMMENTS ARE ENABLED - This is for anybody who swings by but doesn't have an LJ...which will happen if you obey Rule 5. If you're commenting anonymously, simply follow the instructions in Rule 3, just add who you are and be very specific about contact information, et cetera,

Possibly the most important of all...

8) 
BUY SHIT!!! - Obviously not everybody is going to be able to buy shit. I'm cool with that. But if you see something that's reasonable and you have a little extra cash from that trick you turned at 3 a.m. then consider using it for a good cause. If you see a good book or a good poop sculpture, buy it. You'll probably not regret it.

My monkeys, the event begins now!

Get to work, give us your art, come back frequently, have a drink for lunch today, and happy-motherfucking-hunting!

Smooches,

Your Internet Monkey King
See, we couldn't remember when we actually started dating.

We know that we went to the late, lamented Co-Ed Theatre to see Brain Candy. Don't remember if we ate at the dorm or ate Chinese food at the place next to the Co-Ed.

We decided later that we'd arbitrarily declare that our first date had been on April 1st, so we celebrated it one year later on April 1st. Then we decided that we might as well move it forward one day every year, and when we got to the end of April,we'd reset to the 1st.

Today's April 12th.

She kicks so much ass.



benchilada: (Alphonse)

So, ostensibly, [profile] tofunutloaf is new to LJ. She's not really, as she's been reading for ages and does her computing side-by-side with her loving husband [profile] bobbo_y_bobbo, a regular reader of my stuff. They're also dear friends of mine and live one block away.

The point is, she and he are both artists, and she's got loads of mad-rad stuff up on her Etsy page.

For example, look upon this one-and-a-half inch tall robot that Tofu made, then marvel at its description.



Designed as a deep-sea tourist guide, Irene has other plans. She wants to be both a model and a physicist, but, being a polymer clay robot, she's really not designed for either task. She likes dry land, cookbooks, and thinking about the expanding universe.

Or observe, if you will, a woodblock print of the stately squid in its native environment.



Perhaps, it being near Christmasland time and all, you're more interested in a card featuring a single-cell Santa:



Maybe you'd just like to send somebody a card telling them that you care, and that monsters fall in love too.



She has more robots, and squids, and cards, and monsters, and she puts up new stuff all the time, and you should go check out her stuff and support yet another starving artist.

Go, my monkeys. You will not regret your purchase. If you do, I will refund any lost time, provided you bring your receipt and a notarized talking bug.

And tell your friends.

Quick note to [personal profile] fairyarmadillo and [profile] locura_insomnio: You're already going to get one of her robots in the package that's being prepared. I had her make a special one for you two, what with your being The Robots and all.

Love,

b
benchilada: (Bird People)
Yep, it's that time of year again.

It's September 18th, and for any of you who are new to my LJ or my life, that means...

IT'S SEND MY MOTHER A BIRTHDAY E-MAIL DAY!!!

I've been doing this for...well, somewhere around 12 or more years now. You see, I can't remember the last time I saw my mama on her birthday. She's lived in Florida since the very beginning of the 90's, and while I see her a few times a year, it hasn't been on her birthday since who knows when.

And since my Mama is THE HEIGHT OF FANTASTIC and one of the smartest, funniest, and by far kindest people I've ever had the pleasure to know in my entire life...well, she's had more of an impact on who I am today than anybody else in the world. As such, I like to do something for her on her birthday. She hates getting gifts, though, so I've been doing this instead, ever since I had to telnet into my uiuc.edu account using a 14.4 modem...

HERE'S THE DEAL: 

Her e-mail is n8annet@hotmail.com.

I don't care if you know her or not. Indeed, only a small handful of you have ever even seen her.
Doesn't matter.
Take a few seconds right now and send her a birthday greeting.
It doesn't have to be anything other than "'Your son sent me, Happy Birthday Annet Stein!"
You can do it however you want, simple or complext.
But don't go sending her goatse shots or I'll track you down and pop your eyes like grapes. Keep in the spirit of her birthday, yo.

And you know what? Tell your friends. Tell all of 'em. Repost this in YOUR LJ and tell people to wish my Mama a happy birthday.

Help celebrate the woman who, when it comes to me, did the absolute best with what she was given to work with. :)

Here's a shot of her at a laundromat in France. She loves laundry. So do I. We think it's the mild autism that runs in our family. Man, we can stare into a washing machine for the whole damn cycle, and...

...

Sorry, I drifted for a bit. In any event, this is her, and she's fantastic, and help us celebrate.



Thanks for the help, my monkeys.
Go spread the word.

b
The Uncle Drinky Scale of Interwebs Affection (tm):

a) Those of you whom Uncle Drinky doesn't even know; he still loves you.
b) Those of you whom Uncle Drinky knows marginally only via the interwebs; he loves you.
c) Those of you whom Uncle Drinky knows well via the interwebs; he really loves you.
d) Those of you whom Uncle Drinky knows in real life; he loves y'all so much.
e) Those of you whom Uncle Drinky has known in real life for a while and is dear friends with; his love, it is nigh-unto boundless.

f) Those of you who know damn well who Uncle Drinky is talking about, those of you that know Uncle Drinky, and he knows you, and we're like a fucking box of Peeps, with our sides all melted together so that we're practically one big slab of squishy sugar?

Well, Uncle Drinky loves the living hell fuck shit piss ass out of you.

And he means that in the best possible way.

Seriously.

Hell yeah.

"This song goes out to all you modern day troubadours out there....and I think I know who you are." -- "Alienation's For The Rich" - TMBG

A crush.

Probably one you shouldn't have.
Probably one you'll never act on.
But it's there.

Itching.

IP logging is turned off.
Anonymous comments are enabled.

So...

Tell me about it...



"She's in love with the man she always wanted to be."
 
                                        -- "She's in Love", Brenda Kahn
benchilada: (Automat)
I've said it before, I'll say it again:

Your love rusts.

I did this as a writing exercise a few years ago. A bit of tweaking and I really like it. This was originally a rush job to see if I could do X number of words in Y amount of time.

------------------

    I still don’t know why I’m waiting for her. My canvas shoes are sucking up the rain water like little Hoovers and the newspaper over my head is soaked all the way through to the Metro section. I promised I’d meet her here at midnight, but it’s gotta be one by now. Maybe she didn’t want to head out in the rain. Maybe she missed her bus. Maybe she decided to rethink meeting with a convicted arsonist in the middle of the night. Surely all the water would make her feel safe about the last one.

    I’m slumped like a hunchback, trying to keep the drops of water on my head and off my cigarette. She always told me she thought smoking was sexy if the right person was doing it.

    “A bum can make a cigarette look hot," she'd say, "just like a model can look ugly if she's not doing it right. You’ve got to smoke it like you mean it, but not like you need it. Tease that Lark pack. Make it want you more than you want it.”

    She didn’t always make a hell of a lot of sense, but she could kiss days off your life and her brain was so smart it had its own. I never thought I deserved her. She didn’t think so either, but she said she hated people who were smarter than her. There aren't many of those, and she tends to punch any that she finds.

    It's wet, I'm cold, and my alcohol-blood level is getting dangerously low. If I head for the nearest glass of port, she's sure to show up right here as soon as I start warming my bar stool. Maybe it's the chance I need to take.

    “Don’t turn your back on me, you son of a bitch,” she says as I start walking away.

    “Where have you been?”

    “Hiding between raindrops. Existing as a quantum possibility. Eating cereal in the middle of the night.”

    She grabs me and I kiss her like her lips are trying to escape.

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