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

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I’d apologize for letting you down on content last week, but I’m not sure that any of you give a shit.

And that hurts.*

I’ve got two pages of The Wizard’s Tale ready for scanning tomorrow, and may be able to finish a third before heading to Oakland for nine days. You’ll be getting some content those days, but likely in the form of photos and stories about how awesome it is in California.

Don’t try to rob us, though; our home will be guarded by a ferocious old cat and a friend who is staying there and being afforded an exception to Stone Robot Enterprises‘ “NO GUNS” rule.

A few weeks ago Nadja figured out what her Halloween costume would be, and a few days ago I figured out mine.

This is important, because Halloween is my favorite holiday. It even beats out Van Riebeeck Day, which is a VERY close second*.

While I’ve had a few years where Halloween costuming was superceded by extenuating circumstances, generally, when I actually do Halloween, I don’t believe in pissing about.

Here’s one of my favorite homemade costumes:

[pic--and most of the others--by Nadja Robot]

I really hope you recognize it or can figure it out. No worries if you can’t, though; I’m here to help.

You can find more behind the jump at the bottom.

Did I mention I’m getting a new tattoo in California? I didn’t?

The hell I didn’t; go back two sentences.

Anyways, time to get back to the culling. These rabid [REDACTED] aren’t going to [REDACTED] themselves, after all.

Love,

benjamin

*Not true

MOAR COSTUMES!

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

[EDIT: Hello, Cracked readers! Please enjoy a look at my other bootleg toys, a collection that’s always expanding. Also, you bastards have forced me to consider updating this site. Fine. Jerks.]

Hello, kids.  Two awesome things today.

I have four tattoos, all of them in some way geeky, and I just got one touched-up two days ago:

It’s Barry’s ring, and my allegiance is ultimately with Wally, but much love to the whole Flash Family.

The man who did the job is Rick Kutch at No Regrets Tattoos in Champaign.

I also just got an incredible bootleg toy for my collection, this time from Greece. It is totally ridiculous and brilliantly strange.

Yep. Looks like they finally skipped past the “melee weapons” thing and tried a laser gun. Results? Shredder’s dead, baby. Shredder’s dead.

Fits my hand like a dream. God damn, no wonder those Little Pluckies Protect! Look a this bad boy in action!

Don’t worry, she’s not terrified of its awesome sparking power but rather I took the photo in the dark and this gun is bright. [EDIT: “And loud.” – Nadja]

The new Fuckbrain Comix is waiting to be scanned and should be ready for posting next week.

See you then,

b