Guess what finally dropped in the BadRep shop!

YES INDEED! Postcards! Sweet!

Note: more about the decision to sell these (apart from the fact you lovely people were asking) is in this post by the artist, who is of course the inimitable Markgraf.

There’s a BadRep logo on the reverse, but plenty of room to write your own messages. Stick them all over your walls, send them to your aunt, baffle your colleagues and delight your friends. The images we picked are:

• “The Reptile Whisperer”
• “Fools! I know surgery!”
• “Action Hero Academy”
• “We must leave the Crusades at once!”

(The original posts they were done for live in the “Cinematical” category on the side bar over on the right.)

The set is £5.99 plus postage. We hope you like!

By the way, cheers massively to everyone who’s read, publicised, pitched articles to, and said nice things about BadRep! We hit six months of being live the other week. ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED: CELEBRATORY MUG OF TEA.¹

1. I’m hardcore.

But all of them sounded …well, like that. So imagine I’ve written a far sexier, funnier, less isolatingly-esoteric opening paragraph, and we’ll run with it.

REMEMBER THIS

As you all know by now, I’m a transgender man. As you may not know, I’m doing a medical transition on the good old NHS. Another thing you won’t know is that for (disgusting, enraging) reasons I won’t go into here, my beloved NHS are yanking me about something heartbreakingly chronic as regards my embarkation on hormone therapy.

With this development in mind, I’m going to see Dr. Curtis of Transhealth instead, with the hope that he can cajole my own GP into prescribing me MAGICAL MAN JUICES.

But this requires money. Of course it does. So! To that end, I’m going to start selling some art (a selection of which will be right here on BadRep) for your personal delectation. And that’s not all! Ohhh, no. Let it be known I’m not a guy who does things by halves. Halves are for the weak, and I, dear reader, have the strength of SIXTEEN WEREWOLVES MADE OUT OF NUCLEAR SUBMARINES. Figuratively speaking. I was rubbish at P.E. at school. This is purely figurative strength.

Er, yes. The other non-BadRep related things I’m selling are limited edition art prints (running to an stupidly restricted run of one copy each due to costs) of my own work one of my own websites.¹

The relevant link, if you’d like to spend an extortionate amount of money on a single-edition print of some filthy gorgeous pin-up art, is right the hell here. They are vastly more expensive than the things I’ll be selling here on BadRep – but they’re one each, and that’s all there will ever be.

THE CRUSADES ARE OVER NOW

Right here on the good ship BadRep, however, I’m going to be selling wee postcard prints of your favourite film review cartoons and amusing stickers with which you can dazzle and confuse your friends and enemies! And if you’re especially good, I’ll sell off the original pen drawings of the comics, too, for I am a generous god, and have far too much original artwork in my house. Also, it’s on the back of the bulk condom packaging I steal from work. It’s like upcycling! Only with more …sneaky sexual health awareness? I have no idea.

Watch this space for inadvisable BadRep merch like a hawk with nineteen eyes that never sleeps. And then you can rest assured that your money has helped fund some totally inadvisable facial hair.

(Psst: The link I mentioned earlier takes you to my sketchblog. If you want to look at my hip, swanky portfolio, that’s right here.)

1. You heard that right. My real website. Where I really live. With my real actual name. This totally feels like relinquishing my superhero identity. BUT HOW WILL I NOW FIGHT CRIME

Regular readers’ll have noticed we’re nearing the end of the Alphabet series – and we’ve had interest from folk asking whether we plan to release any prints.

So here it is, guys: the Alphabet print shop page.

Hodge has taken some nice photos of the prints, which you can see if you click through. This is not one of them.

We hope you like them.¹ I do, anyway.²

1. Why yes, it IS quite a badass teacup. But stop looking at the teacup! It, and my face, are there merely as a SIZE COMPARATOR. For as you see our prints are dinky-charming.
2. That is not Hodge up there. That is me. Why isn’t it Hodge? Why am I hogging the limelight? Well, Hodge is a MYSTERIOUS ENIGMA. Also, she was out. And I was feeling overexcited and drinking tea NEXT TO THE T. Yeah! … so. Yes. Back to the editing tower.