my favorite tidbit from bizarro world in the old superman comics was a picture of a launchpad and a rocket on it blasting off... straight into the ground. i never understood what was opposite on bizarro world and what wasn't. it seems to use playground logic. clearly it's not all opposite, or everything would be dead.

san diego comic-con is coming in one week. in case you haven't seen the map:



halfpixel is creating a huge butt all over the con this year. and i'll have the chainsawsuit book on sale as well as starslip volume 2, and a new shirt! look for me at booth 2107. i'll also be signing copies of how to make webcomics at the image comics booth, 2729.

2107 is an easy number to remember. 21 is lucky. 0 is unlucky. 7 is lucky. i like to pretend brad is the 21, i'm the 7 and the 0 is dave. take that, kellett.

oh, the husband on the beer commercial. all you want to do is shirk all possible responsibility and drink the beer of your choice. you are married, but we don't really get a sense of why you married in the 30 seconds we are with you.

your wife is present, but she is usually mad at you. why? it's often because you would rather have a beer and try to sneak watching the football game than mow the lawn or get groceries. i'm not sure why your wife stays, beer commercial husband.

when she's out of sight, you crack open a beer and suddenly you're transported to a sports bar, where the bikini swim team is delighted to see you. the music is raucous, and you keep the company of boors. your work goes unfinished, and your wife is denied your attention and affection.

when your wife returns, there is no lawn mowed -- there is an elaborate beer-driven contraption that was supposed to mow the lawn, but instead put a car-sized hole in the den wall. there are no groceries, at least not the ones on the shopping list -- you bought eight sirloin steaks, lighter fluid, a foam #1 finger, potato chips, a keychain that plays fart sounds, and a 12-pack of smitson ice.

beer commercial husband, your plight is that of blindness to her plight. your only explanation you offer when she found you pouring kitty litter into the bathtub is a sheepish grin. you impulse-bought a motorcycle when the two of you were saving for a minivan, and your solution is to get a sidecar and a baby-sized germanic helmet that reads "lunch time" beneath a cartoon drawing of some tits. you are late for the party, again, because you refused to get directions, and ended up getting your host a big-e-pak of eclipse gum for their housewarming.

your wife is mortified. surely this isn't the man she married! is it?

is it?

you want to change. but it's always been easier to buy a laser pointer instead.

oh, beer commercial husband. it's not all your fault. you were bred to be a twit. but something has to give. you can't survive alone, and the bikini swim team is only here for the booze.

i actually know it twice, because my router is also busted. or something. look, i can't connect to the internet for longer than 10 minutes before getting booted. it sucks. and twitter's up and down? come on, man.

follow me on twitter if you like! my name's starslip. will the good folks at twitter.com let me see your replies to my tweets? who knows. it is in the hands of the gods.

this is real, folks!

the book is dropping july 23 and i can't wait to see them. some of you asked what an "artist edition" is and why it's $5 more. well, it's easy. if you buy the usual version of the book, you get my signature inside. if you plunk down another $5, then i will draw a little chainsawsuit-esque scene or character exchange in the inside cover.

imagine, immortalized in ink in your very apartment or car, famous chef being cut in half by a pizza gun fired by a ghost.

it is almost too big a concept to dream about. it has to be made flesh.

some of you are asking "kris, how can you sell the chainsawsuit book with only 40-odd strips on the site? plus, i've already read them on the internet."

i got news for you, pal -- there's way more than 40 strips in the book. it's got over 120, and many of them won't see the light of day here, including a story with the chainsawsuit man himself called "apocalypse lol" and the disaster movie epic "disastorm." this book rocks six ways till sunday, son. get it.

get a free artist edition when you order it with starslip crisis volume 2. and hey, an artist edition of chainsawsuit by itself is only five bucks more.