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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…

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

Ta-ra,

benjamin

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Hey! I drew a new page of The Wizard’s Lesson for you down a bit.

Before we get to that, though, I just need to put part of an old story here.

Certainly not because I’m about to finish new things with this character. Heavens no. Why would I let a marginally-beloved character have new life after years of being allowed to languish? I mean, it’s not like I once wrote about him so often that my fiancee Nadja Robot made me an action figure of Reginald.

Anyroad, here’s a bit of words:

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“Bored,” said Sir Reginald to nobody in particular as he threw a fifty peso coin across the room. It ricocheted off of a bronze statue of JFK, which yelped in pain.

“Bored,” he repeated, throwing another coin at the Stone of Unyielding Sorrow, which hung from the ceiling by a rope. He missed, and the coin instead landed in the bucket under it, the one that collects the tears and blood that slowly leech out of the stone.

“Bored,” he said a bit louder and flicked another coin at the back of Willy, the ghost that lived in Sir Reginald’s house in exchange for assistance with matters that only a ghost can assist with. His name wasn’t actually Willy, but Reginald liked that better than its real name. The coin flew through the ectoplasm and landed in a tank of fetid water that may or may not have had a very tiny coelacanth in it.”

To Read The Rest….

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And now…the drawing part.

The Wizard’s Lesson, previous chapters.

Part One

Parts Two and Three

Parts Four and Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Love,

b

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Patlabor is important to me.

More on that later, because I’m on vacation. For now?

Please enjoy the amazing pre-color linework that Matt Decker of Premium Tattoo laid down for my latest geek tattoo, making it 5 for 5.  NOTE: My arm is curved, so Alphonse’s ear is actually way longer and Noa’s face is not as angular.

Also, I really haven’t been able to find any other Patlabor tattoos online. I may be–as I am almost certain I was with the tattoo below–the first person to have one. No matter what, I now have my two favorite shows represented on each shoulder.

Life is good.

Love,

b
Oakland

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Hey there, kids!

Another page of The Wizard’s Lesson is ready.

WHAT HAS TRANSPIRED BEFORE:

Part One
Parts Two and Three
Parts Four and Five
Part Six
Part Seven

PART EIGHT:

I’m going to try to up my output on them so I can have at least a half-assed bound edition for Madefest 2014, where Stone Robot Enteprises will be sharing a booth with the delightful and talented Sophie McMahon. Updates to come.

As soon as The Wizard’s Lesson is finished, I’m going to get going on my next project, XXXX XX XXX X XXXXXXXXXX [working title].

It occurred to me that I haven’t mentioned the original source of The Wizard’s Lesson. The earliest translation of it in English was done by a fellow named Li Fun Yen, in the late 19th/early 20th century. He apparently lived rather a disillusioned life. I’m glad he did some work on spreading knowledge of his country’s history before things went south. When I finish the comic, I’ll have more details on him.

Notes on Upcoming Projects:

- More of the Wizard’s Lesson
- Two one-shots about people being filthy douchenozzles
- See previous bunch of X’s
- New Sir Reginald story [Jeez, I haven't written one in over 2 years]
- Finish that nude sketch of you

I think that’s all.

See you tonight. You won’t see me.

Love,

benjamin

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MY FIRST HUGE FUCKING SPLASH PAGE!

It’s here that the reason this is one of my favorite folk tales becomes very evident. What was previously an exercise in monetary vice, charity, and morality becomes…well, what you see below.

And trust me, this ain’t even to the WEIRD shit yet.

WHAT HAS TRANSPIRED BEFORE:

Part One

Parts Two and Three

Parts Four and Five

Part Six

And now…CLICK TO MAKE IT HUGE:

I know, guys. I know.

And we haven’t even gotten to the part where….

Love,

benjamin

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I’ll be shifting hosts in a few days, so benchilada.net may be down for a little bit.

While I have no doubt that you’ll survive, I do want you to know that if you need anything while I’m gone, there are other resources that can help.

Can I just say how much I love the barter culture? I recently put up a request for a bowling-ball on the local Craigslist–Nadja’s making a gazing-ball for the back yard–and was happy to hear that a person was willing to go swapsies for it.

As such, I paid this:

For this:

It’s a great world.

Speaking of great things, here’s a movie you’ll either love or hate, depending on how awesome you are. It is NOT what you think you’re expecting; instead, it’s freaky and terrifying. Watching it with particular intoxicants may result in your experience being more visceral.

I think that’s it for now.

Love,

benjamin

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Now that I’ve made what maybe was possibly a stab at what is and isn’t historically relevant, as well as what should be considered destructive and what constructive…

Well, here’s another card, slight variation.

Now I’m really starting to explore things in my head, namely what is important history vs life’s detritus, as well as what defacing either means.

Is it enough that I documented this before I wrote on it or does it belong with so many woefully-outdated things at libraries?

Perhaps it’s just time for some creative recycling?

Anyroad, benchilada.net is gonna be migrating servers in the next week, so the site will be down for a few days at some point soon.

In the mean time, I have two pieces I’m drawing, as well as a written thing that may someday be done.

benjamin
PS – Heh. Nibiru stuff always cracks me up.

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Nadja and I recently watched The Holy Flame of the Martial World, and by the time it ended we both agreed that it was top-fucking-tier Martial Arts Madness. Flicks like Zu: Warriors of the Magic Mountain and A Chinese Ghost Story would never have happened without movies like this happening first.

Here’s the trailer, but it’s a Hong Kong film, so they’re going to throw spoilers at you left-and-right, starting right after the hair fight at :41. By the time you hit :50 you get light spoilers and at the end they give away a huge plot point. I also advise watching it in large–but not fullscreen–format.

If you don’t give a shit, watch it all. If you’ve got nine bucks, though, skip the spoilers and enjoy the breadth and butterth of this beautiful celluloid madness.

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Ladies and gentlemen, the gravy thickens with pages 2 and 3 of The Wizard’s Lesson.

I’m rather proud of myself for sticking to new art posted at least once a week.

I’ve had a song stuck in my head for a long damn time now, but it’s going to pay off in new art that I really like so far. I can’t tell you what it is because I’m a bitch of a tease.

Unrelated: this movie may be showing in the background of our next party. [Well, that and KITTENS.] The lack of plot is more than made up for by some solid fights. Drop the volume to can-only-hear-fist-impacts level and let the lengthy battles roll.

I love that the first fight is barely a few minutes in and is over five minutes of fighting…over whether or not to keep mining.

That’s all for now.

Love,

benjamin
Who knows why your hands smell like that

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

Ladies and gentlemen, the gravy thickens with pages 2 and 3 of The Wizard’s Lesson.

I’m rather proud of myself for sticking to new art posted at least once a week.

I’ve had a song stuck in my head for a long damn time now, but it’s going to pay off in new art that I really like so far. I can’t tell you what it is because I’m a bitch of a tease.

Unrelated: this movie may be showing in the background of our next party. [Well, that and KITTENS.] The lack of plot is more than made up for by some solid fights. Drop the volume to can-only-hear-fist-impacts level and let the lengthy battles roll.

I love that the first fight is barely a few minutes in and is over five minutes of fighting…over whether or not to keep mining.

That’s all for now.

Love,

benjamin
Who knows why your hands smell like that