Oh, what will happen to Barkeater Lake? This is the question on the minds of so many of the tens of people in the Fake Rockstar universe these days. Truth be told, I don’t know… And I don’t think any of us should know. The last ten years have been a wild ride for Banks and his merry gang of small-town residents. Fires, love, betrayal, Baconapaloozastock, a meteor sent by Satan…

Were these all good ideas? YES. Every single idea a cartoonist of my caliber has is a GREAT idea. We are creative geniuses with the ability to draw and erase ourselves out of any situation. I used to be a short, rash-ridden loser with dirty underwear and a drinking problem. And now? I possess the ability to WASH my undergarments. Coincidence? No, genius. Real pork-fried GENIUS, my friends.

I ask all of you, nay, I INSTRUCT all of you to remember this genius when addressing the Barkeater Lake cunnundrum. The crazy story lines, the full color, the destruction of the 4th wall and sporadic updates are all merely an avenue to BLOW YOU ALL OUT OF THE WATER. There are those who claim I’ve lost it, that this comics strip somehow reflects my own life and the struggles within it… To which I respond, “Struggles? I just two-putted a par six, while groping Jennifer Connelly and downing a Jack and Coke. I ain’t got no struggles, bitch.” See, what you all need to understand is that I have a plan… And more importantly, I’m not you, so I’ll always have that going for me.

That should answer all your questions. I look forward to your continued worship.

Yours in continued Pontificational Ridicularity™,

FRS

Hardly. Hardly does my own humor satisfy me, and I hardly ever think I’m funny. On the off chance I do, I’m actually less funny than usual.

But every once and a while, I write seomthing that makes me happy to be in the comedy biz. This time, it was through a couple TOBY comics (cleverly inserted into this post – see if you can spot them!). See, when I do TOBY, it’s done like everything else I do - Last minute and by the seat of my pants. Unlike Barkeater Lake and The Edlerberries, however, I don’t plan TOBY’s dialogue ahead of time. With BL and Elders (Industry abbreviations), scripts are written in advance, with the Elders vetted through the syndicate editors (Yes, I’m that important… And that intermediate). TOBY, on the other hand get’s drawn with a loose idea and then I add scripting at the last minute. I don’t know if it’s the last minute panic, or the fact that there is absolutely no planning, but this way of writing seems to be working. I’m coming up with jokes that I’d never think of sitting in front of a blank Word Document.

And now everyone knows the secret to TOBY… Now… I have to kill ALL of you. (Srcooged Reference).

Read TOBY, Robot Satan and Barkeater Lake AND The Elderberries… You will. Now.

Yours in this big circle of Ridicularity™,

FRS