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.

Every Tme You Flush You Dance With Death - OCD Comix - Page 1 Finished

Every Tme You Flush You Dance With Death - OCD Comix - Page 2 Finished

Every Tme You Flush You Dance With Death - OCD Comix - Page 3 finished

Every Tme You Flush You Dance With Death - OCD Comix - Page 4 Finished

Every Tme You Flush You Dance With Death - OCD Comix - Page 5 Final

This was the first Fuckbrain Comix that I’ve done using a way larger paper–11×14–and I’m well-pleased with the results. I’m using the same size for my next project–an adaptation of a wonderfully bizarre Chinese folk tale–and it’s working well for me there, too.

Much love to my sweet Robot, for it was she who convinced me to draw on nicer paper than just the stuff in the printer. (-_-;)

You’ll soon see various archives sections pop-up on the website, so keep an eye open for more posts about old comics being uploaded. Not sure if I’ll do a So You Don’t Have To archive here, but I might.

Anyroad, I hope this comic doesn’t make you feel dirty. If it does, go wash your hands.

Not that it will help.

Love,

benjamin
Who reminds you that this comic becomes copyright-free on April 1st, 2024.




BIBILOGRAPHY:

Barker, J., and M.V. Jones. “The potential spread of infection caused by aerosol contamination of surfaces after flushing a domestic toilet,” Journal of Applied Microbiology, 99:2. Aug. 2005.

Butler, Jason and Mark Peaslee. Werewolf Cemetary, Chapter 1. c.2003. Brainsmart Productions. Film and interview. (c.f. “scientorfic flacts.”)

Gerba, Charles. “Microbiological Hazards of Household Toilets: Droplet Production and the Fate of Residual Organisms,” Applied Microbiology. 30:1, Aug. 1975.

Johnson, DL., KR Mead, RA Lynch, DV Hirst. “Lifting the lid on toilet plume aerosol: a literature review with suggestions for future research.” American Journal of Infection Control, 41:3 Mar 2013

Lee, Yung-yung. “The effect of toilet lid closure during flushing in reducing the amount of bacterial aerosols,” M.Sc. thesis. Hong Kong Polytechnic University, 2009.

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

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

You know that you're in a bad place with your OCD when you sit to do a five-minute sketch-comic--ABOUT YOUR OCD--that you already have planned out in your head...

...and then blow thirty minutes changing stupid details before eventually giving up, putting a little "I'm fucked," creature at the bottom and then cocking THAT up, too.

How's YOUR day been?


OCD comic "final"

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

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
For the last several years, my OCD has been getting worse and worse. Today I actually made a big step by refusing to go all the way through the LJ entries that I missed over the weekend. I think I got about halfway through before forcing myself to stop.

It was insanely difficult.

Next task, trim back my friends list. Apologies if you get trimmed, but I've so many people to read already that I sometimes pull people who only ever talk about how much they "hated the burger I had at lunch, and ZOMG gas is so expensive, and I got a new Hallmark stuffed bunny today and oh, how I hate dishes!"

It's not that I don't love all y'all, but I seem to have less and less time every day to do all the things I want / need to do.

Sorry if you get upset about a defriending but it's got to be done. I do have a list of people I check on once every few weeks and you'll prolly go on it.

The OCD need to read everything is killing me.

Off to grandma's visitation,

b
Dear Human Beings With Penises...Penii...whatever,

PLEASE CONSULT WITH THIS COMIC.

I do not ever, Ever, EVER again want to go through what I just went through.

ME =
Standing at urinal--only one that didn't have fucking urine left in it--peeing.
GUY = Coming in and standing next to me and STARTING TO PEE WITHOUT FLUSHING PREVIOUS URINE.
ME = Having internal OCD freakout, trying to not let it make my hands start shaking. Would have been awkward.
GUY = Having finished peeing, LEAVES WITHOUT FLUSHING.
ME = Getting the hell out of Dodge but, having seen another guy come in just as I was finished flushing, looking back in curiosity to see NEW GUY PEEING IN THE DOUBLE-DUTY PEE URINAL.

You're all fired.

Love,

benjamin
[profile] andyluke on OCD and organizing candies by color:

"I have a jelly babies thing. If I have jelly babies I like to arrange them in three, must be of a different colour. I take a knife and slice them into heads legs and torso and switch their body parts around and put them back together again. Not so much an obsession as a compulsive fancy."
OCD x Huge Friends List = Too Much Damn Time

What's a boy to do?

...

Seriously.
Tonight's Fuckbrain observation

My OCD compels me to, whenever I see toilet paper with the last sheet having been torn improperly--i.e. not along the dotted line--tear off the fragment to make it right, even if it means being freaked out for a second because I'm messing with toilet paper that somebody has touched in a public restroom.

Then I use my Germ-X and wonder what the shit is wrong with me. Then I remember what the shit is wrong with me, then I forget what I was thinking about and do something stupid, like make and eat a sandwich made of tuna, baked beans, mustard, and hot sauce.

ALSO: The answers to my Things I Can't Draw: Movie Edition, from top left to right, middle left to right, bottom left to right are:

BEING THERE

The LONE WOLF AND CUB series (aka BABY CART AT THE RIVER STYX)
I'VE HEARD THE MERMAIDS SINGING
THE PRINCESS BRIDE
L.A. STORY
SCANNERS
THE KILLER
ONE-ARMED SWORDSMAN
(also acceptable: NEW ONE-ARMED SWORDSMAN)

EDIT: I just read that they're not making Valentina hot sauce anymore. FUCK! That's the tastiest shit there is, especially the Very Hot one, cause it doesn't just burns, it burns deliciously. I don't believe it, since that's what was on every damned table in Oaxaca, a fact which made me feel good about my own personal hot sauce choices.

EDIT EDIT: Oh fuck I'm gonna die.
Home sick, spent pretty much the entire morning asleep on the couch.

For OCD boy, the worst part about feeling like you're going to throw up is the fact that you're going to have to point your face at a toilet from REAL close up.

Ugh.

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