Touch me. Touch me like you didn't touch me last night.

Sir Reginald would like you to know something:

"I'm not upset that this bastard is going to be in a comic book.
That's like being jealous of somebody because they won the Special Olympics."



Sir Reginald and atomic_robo have hung out a few times.

Neither of them care to admit it in public, though.

Remember this here story where Sir Reginald and atomic_robo fight Atomic Reginald and Sir Robo?

Well, the_crowchan has completed a most incrediblicious illustration for it.

The illustration is entitled THIS IS YOUR FAULT.



benjamin

...who now wants MORE SIR REGINALD FAN ART! NOW!

atomic_robo, thorn in the side of Sir Reginald, has a story up about the two of them.

Here's the first little bit, as a teaser for you:

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"All these years, and he still doesn’t look old. Never has. He does look like hell though. There’s a pale yellow-ish quality to his skin and eyes. The slightest effort seems to involve a great deal of willpower that gets tied up in bureaucracy before finally getting the body’s permission to move.

He breathes in and you can hear the air rattling around in his chest. He speaks slowly and purposefully. “Well, I suppose we knew this day would come.”

“Honestly, I was starting to wonder what took so long,” I say.

He makes a pained expression. It’s a smile, but everything he does is pained at this point. “Finally got tired of putting up with your incompetence.”

“Just hurry up and die, will ya? I’ve got to give a presentation to some NASA folks in an hour. Opening with, ‘Sorry I’m late, had to watch a lonely old man die,’ will be a tremendous downer and sad people don’t write billion dollar checks.”"

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GO AND READ THE REST...  THIS ENTRY AT atomic_robo HAS BEEN RECLASSIFIED AS RESTRICTED BY THE SUB-GOVERNOR OF THE UNITED OTHERSTATES. WE APOLOGIZE, RATHER INSINCERELY, FOR ANY INCONVENIENCE.

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atomic_robo and Sir Reginald team-up for yet another hilarious misadventure, in which our intrepid heroes are cast...oh, just read the fucking story.
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            “I’m afraid that I must, to some degree, accept responsibility for our current predicament,” said Sir Reginald, refusing to open his eyes.

            “I, too, must admit that I made mistakes,” offered Atomic Robo, refusing to activate his optics. “I feel obligated to add, though, that I end up in far more parallel universes than I would care to when you and I work together.”

            “Oh, don’t you dare start! If I had a dime for every instance I’ve ended up lost in time because of you, I’d have thirty cents! And that wretched Grandmother Paradox idea…”

            “It would have fixed things very quickly—”

            “—and would have required me to have sex with my grandmother!”

            “Well, technically, she wasn’t your grandmother yet…”

            “You insufferable tin can!”

            “You’re just jealous because robots don’t have disgustingly saggy jowls.”

            Over the sound of their shouting, a booming voice echoed.

            “Ho ho ho! It appears, Sir Robo, that these villains can scarcely speak to each other with civility, let alone team up to wreak havoc! Destroying these freedom-hating freaks should be as easy as ordering Freedom Fries at McDonalds!”

The speaker was floating fifteen feet above the ground, wearing a garishly-colored costume so tight that Sir Reginald wagered that the fellow wasn’t Jewish. His eyes were glowing green and his cape flapping in the wind, in spite of there being none. On his chest was a stylized radioactivity symbol superimposed over an American flag, above the words TREAD ON THIS!.

            “Tally-ho, Atomic Reginald!” said a nearby robot. It was thin, gangly, and had a face that appeared to have been applied with magic markers. “We’ll kick their knickers and be back in time for tea, wot?”

            Atomic Robo and Sir Reginald turned to look at each and said, at exactly the same time:

            “This is your fault.”

 benjamin

You just know that nothing good can come of another team-up between atomic_robo  and Sir Reginald.

But it's happened anyway. And this time it's bad. Judge Reinhold and Fred Savage, step aside, because here's Part One... THIS ENTRY AT atomic_robo HAS BEEN RECLASSIFIED AS RESTRICTED BY THE SUB-GOVERNOR OF THE UNITED OTHERSTATES. WE APOLOGIZE, RATHER INSINCERELY, FOR ANY INCONVENIENCE.

I'll let you know when he does Part Two.

benjamin

PS - If you're not reading atomic_robo 's journal, you deserve a good cock-punching / taco-kicking (thanks, farawaypoints  for those fabulous terms)...

[EDIT: This entry is NOT a part of Down The Rabbit Hole Day. It's all real.]

So, the interweb is freaking me out these days. But in really really really good ways.

FACT: My Things I Can't Draw series is going crazy and widening my exposure, thanks in part to the randompictures   group and pyrotech_c3h8   who is made of ROCK and STAR.

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FACT: iamangelachase   threatened a while back to do a drawing of my Fuckbrain. She has made good on this threat.

Check Out The Awesome Here

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FACT: atomic_robo   is dead hilarious, one of the best things happening on LJ these days, and if you're not reading it, you're silly. He has teamed-up with Sir Reginald in a complete-lack-of-battle for the ages!

Read all about it here, in a story he HAD TO CALL: Grandfather Paradox THIS ENTRY AT  atomic_robo HAS BEEN RECLASSIFIED AS RESTRICTED BY THE SUB-GOVERNOR OF THE UNITED OTHERSTATES. WE APOLOGIZE, RATHER INSINCERELY, FOR ANY INCONVENIENCE.

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FACT: I will be writing the semi-sequel to atomic_robo  's story soon, possibly tonight.

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FACT: I am on the edge of an INTERNATIONAL TEAM-UP with Norwegian artist Karl Bryhn to do some comix together. It's still in the planning stages, but it's looking good so far.

Here is a comic he did ten years ago, during what he called his influenced-by-Rembrandt's-engravings-and-Moebius phase...

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So what I'm getting at is, it seems that I have...fans...and that...well, that I'm ACTUALLY ON TARGET for my goal to Make 2006 My Bitch.

And I have ALL OF YOU to thank. Thank you for enjoying what I do, and thanks for spreading the word to your friends that you like what I do.

You rock my balls.

benjamin sTone

A) New job at library started today, in which I will be doing everything I did with my old job. Bonus.
B) Sick as hell. Want booze, cannot have booze, am at work with no booze. Will have coffee slushie instead.
C) Just got MORE manga piled on me by DrMaster, which means money and 170 pages to edit by Thursday and about 110 pages left to edit in the novel they sent me. That one's due by Monday.
D) If you aren't reading atomic_robo--and I know you're not--then you should be. Bastards.
E) Stories are on hold until my nose stops producing toxic waste.
F) Looks like Shonen Jump will be printing two of my articles, AND I'll be working on a Topp Sekrit Projeket for them. I am The Bee's Balls(tm).
G) Where am I?

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