We’re leaving on a long trip - so I won’t be able to send orders anywhere.
Have a sweet year.
jep
Stratengers, We Loved You. RIP
Music! of! the! 80s!
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Do Stop Believing
Alternate universe Journey cover.
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Darth Baby
An OLD One
This was, I think, the first comic I tried in the autobiographical vein. From 2006.
Untitled Darthwork
Gracious (and on-the-money) Optical Sloth Review
Optical Sloth posted a really sweet review of JepComix #8, the Fights story about the crazy landlord Elizabeth. It may be because he says nice things, but I dig this reviewer so much. I feel like he gets me. That’s a great feeling.
I Will Drive Slowly, the rock video
Pretty Much Everything, 2010-2020
At the beginning of 2010, I decided I needed to stop planning and just finish more pages, and I did. The document below contains, I think, everything I did towards that over the decade that followed. I made it mostly so I could print off one and hold it in my hands - 400 plus pages. Just in case any maniac people out there want to read it, it’s also for sale as a PDF. For ten bucks or proof that you did something cool with ten bucks, I’ll share the 400 MB file with you. Write me.
If you love comics about me, you’ll love this collection! No refunds. Sold as a novelty entertainment only. Results not guaranteed. Not recommended by doctors. Free with every purchase. Use as directed. Use with parental supervision. Do not use around children. Results guaranteed.
I Say, Hang Him!
The title of the post is a reference to a Robbie Fulks song, and I knew you wouldn’t get it, so I’m telling you.
ANYWAY:
I posted the artwork below back in December on Instagram. I wondered about the morality of it. It’s a bad thing to wish death on people, I hear. The silence was kind of loud - way less than any recent posts. And I wanted this to spread - so I took one of instagram’s endless invitations to advertise and spread my evil ideas, but they rejected me! I offended their standards. I find this funny and oddly enjoyable. I believe in the work, and I get that the Christmas motif really complicates it. The suggestion that politicians need to do their jobs and the threat of violence - I think I’m just early. It doesn’t take a weatherman to know which way the wind blows. And I’m an amateur weatherman.
Anyway - here it is.
I redid it later without the perverse Xmas motif.
How About a Nice Big Cup of Climate Grief?
I haven’t been posting here - because NOBODY comes outside of the mediated internet, including me, probably - but I have been doing a new strip. It’s called How About a Nice Big Cup of Climate Grief? It’s hard to write, but cathartic too. You can read it here if you feel ready to face the end of the world:
