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Creepy Marionette

Oct 20th, 2017 | By

Halloween is almost here, and what better way to get into the appropriate mood than with a creepy marionette that has mysteriously taken Winslow’s place!



“Hatred for Beginners,” by Mike Fowler

Oct 18th, 2017 | By

Those who have never hated anyone, for example children under ten years old or saints, often don’t know how to show hatred for deserving hateful people, or even what that feeling is like. By rights they should hate quite a few people, as we all should, and yet they are blocked. At most they feel a vague dismay and insecurity in the presence of repulsive others, or become queasy at the thought that so many folks out there are obnoxious jerks, but they can’t summon the proper attitudes of derision and disdain that all these unmitigated asses so richly deserve. Yet by following a few simple rules they can break through this barrier of reticence and let their justified hatred pour forth.



Little Lame Balloonman Whistles Far and Wee

Oct 13th, 2017 | By

One of the benefits of publishing comics every Friday is that I always get to post something whenever a Friday the 13th rolls around. In what has become a Ben & Winslow tradition, these comics tend to be the most violent and destructive, because it just wouldn’t feel like a Friday the 13th without someone getting mutilated.



“Warts,” by Alexei Kalinchuk

Oct 11th, 2017 | By

Grant Sims revolutionized technology. His early death saddened us, but we shouldn’t ever forget that he put all of himself into the products we enjoy today. Now, not forgetting this, we should also know he was human. So let’s allow the man a flaw or two without losing sight of what he meant to us.



Scary Spice

Oct 6th, 2017 | By

Uh-oh. It’s October, and you know what that means, right? RIGHT?!



“This Is Your Special Day,” by Zach Lisabeth

Oct 4th, 2017 | By

Congratulations! You finally made it. I know the appeals process can be a nightmare—all those ups and downs. Will they, won’t they, will they, won’t they. Turns out: they won’t. Your patience is appreciated. No more waiting, now. Good things are coming to you. We’ve made a lot of changes around here lately, and I think you’re going to like what we’ve done with the place.



Pet Peeves

Sep 29th, 2017 | By

This one will probably make a lot of people angry, because dog people are passionate about dogs. But I want you all to know that despite Winslow’s personal feelings, I–his creator–don’t actually have a problem with dog people and I certainly don’t have a problem with dogs.



“Notes Regarding Becca and Peter’s Wedding Registry,” by Lareign Ward

Sep 27th, 2017 | By

Turkish Cotton Towel Set, 6 Piece, $150

These are very nice towels, but I just don’t know why they need two sets of them. One for bathing, and one for banging? But these are too pricey for that. Sophomore year, she was hooking up a lot and had a towel – I think it was purple, at least originally – that she called “the splooge towel.” She always washed separately. I kept asking her, “Why do we need a towel? What’s coming out of there, exactly?” She wouldn’t answer me. But when the time came, I was so worried that I used two towels. Then I texted her afterward, and she told me she was proud of me, and I was so giddy that I didn’t ask if she meant the towels or the sex-having.



The Dread Pirate Robots

Sep 22nd, 2017 | By

From Ben & Winslow Studios comes a movie that is not even remotely similar to the beloved 1987 film The Princess Bride, because the words “princess” and “bride” appear nowhere in the title and because this one has a lot more robots. This is a wholly original script that has neither equal nor analog: a romantic fantasy comedy presented as a story told by a grandfather to his sick grandson, which also features robots! You’ll love it.



“Food Containers of My Exes,” by Tim Covell

Sep 20th, 2017 | By

I knew it wouldn’t last when Charlie picked out the plastic container for the half dozen cookies she insisted I take home. The box and the lid were different brands. They didn’t quite fit, and she was too impatient and uncaring to find the correct halves in her messy cupboard. She forced the lid, telling me it didn’t matter. We clearly had different priorities. When I called to thank her for the cookies, which she had made from scratch and which were very good, I told her we weren’t going to work out. She didn’t want her container back. I was tempted to throw it out, but decided the two halves might be useful someday, and added them to my collection.