“Some men are evil… Some men never answer for their crimes… Some men… Are Dogs.”

Return to Barkeater Lake is now in Pre-Order for a two month trial. One of the big reasons Escape From Barkeater Lake and the CHPMNK book have taken so long to hit your coffee tables is the pre-orders were lower than the minimum cost to print a first run of books. Luckily, with Corey securing steady contract work (The Elderberries and TOBY, Robot Satan) over the last year, we’ve been able to front the rest to have Escape and CHPMNK printed.

So, let’s see what we can do with a third book, shall we? We’ll run a pre-order until the end of August and then make a decision, based on the number of orders, when to go to print. We’ll also make the first 100 signed and numbered by Corey himself! That gives everyone two months to enjoy Escape and the coming Rise of the CHPMNK Militia… Wetting your whistles for the third book in a crazy trilogy of Beer, Bacon, Betrayal and… Ridicularity™!

We understand if you all are hesitant to jump into another pre-order and you have every right to back off and say “Hey, not until I see the thing in stock”. We have made mistakes in the past and dug a hole that took over a year to get out of. Hopefully we learned and can move on to a future of great comics and cool books, shirts and movies! TV!… Whoops… Said too much there.

Thanks to all who continue to support this crazy ride we call Pontificational Ridicularity™. We hope you’ll stick around to what’s next.

Cheers!

-Your Fake Rockstar Team

Alan Gardner, over at the Daily Cartoonist, posted a nice blurb about the coming release of Escape From Barkeater Lake. Thanks, Alan!

And if you’re looking for news, views and debate, check out his Daily Cartoonist blog. Alan does a great job of keeping his finger on the pulse of all things cartoons.

Courtesy NY Times

When I was a kid, say around 10 or 11, we had this huge console stereo. It was this plastic, faux wood-paneled dinosaur with a radio, a record player and an eight-track – a toast to the chunky cheese that was 70s decor.

I had three things I was aloud to listen to on the console: Bill Cosby: “Why is There Air?”, An REO Speedwagon album and an eight-track of George Carlin’s “A Place for My Stuff”. Three great comedy albums that I wore out via headphones so big and snug, they ensured absolutely no interruption, even from a nuclear attack.

I don’t claim many heroes and I’ve never been one to raise us flawed human beings to God-like status, but I will say “A Place for My Stuff” is a big, if not THE reason I chose the comedic path I have. I don’t think George Carlin was a King, or that his shit didn’t stink. I just think sometimes, a person can do one thing so well that it makes the world stop, look and clap.