Good morning, world! Ben & Winslow has returned from it’s short hiatus. I know you were all wringing your hands with frustration, but you can stop that nonsense now.

Hello, everyone! Just wanted to remind you all that we’re still alive here at Defenestration. Just enjoying our time off!

Someone over at my deviantART gallery requested a picture of Winslow chasing Ben from atop a dinosaur. I figured I’d share it here, as well. Because DINOSAUR!

Well, Defenestration might not have any poetry or prose to publish until 2014, but that’s not going to stop me from filling every crevice in this respected Internet publication with lots of comic-y goodness. Technically Friday is my day, but I drew this the other night and wanted to share before Halloween. Because that’s how I roll!

One word: Alien.

I die at seventeen, because I’m currently twenty-one, so dying at seventeen would make me either invincible or the proud owner of a time machine. I’ll go with the latter.

I buy my time machine at forty-four, because you could call predicting a type of four-shadowing. Since I’m smart enough to make that clever little play on words, I’m smart enough to know I won’t be inventing a time machine any time soon.