I'm Jim. I'm Imperfect. I'm Jimperfect.

Welcome to my Jimperfect Blog. Here you'll find cartoons based on my "exploits." And hopefully the beginnings of an official Jimperfect Comic Strip.

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I used to write copy at a Direct Mail company with one too many bosses. There was a lot to know about the numerous component pieces and lingo of direct mail—lots of acronyms and abbreviations. The one-boss-too-many, who insisted that EVERYTHING be given to him in a blue folder, wasn't very understanding of my confusion—and that always made me more confused.

Needless to say, it wasn't the best job I ever had.

But there was one positive aspect to that job ... we had work at home Wednesdays.



At that Direct Mail company, there was often a lot of finger-pointing, name-blaming, and buck passing. Usually between two main guys—both named Mike. I was often in the middle of that—literally. The non-boss Mike had a catch-phrase that he would use during times of duress. He used it a LOT.
Mike Vs. Mike

Believe it or not, there was a 3rd Mike in that department of 20 people. But he was a good one.


I've always dreamt of leaving the office world to live the life of a writer. And in the strip below, Jimbo does exactly that, heading deep into the woods to write his Unibomber-like manuscript.



On Sabbatical, Jimbo meets his new neighbors who bring him a little house-warming gift.



Once when I was unemployed.... Okay, I've been unemployed several times. But once—namely the second time—when I was unemployed, I spent a lot of time sleeping. I couldn't help it. My wife Lyn went to work and I was home alone with our two cats, Henry and Gracie. And cats sleep a lot. A LOT. So ... when in Rome.



After a great deal of complaining from Lyn I finally got motivated and changed my daily unemployment routine...



My brother Chris has always been a hard worker. From as far back as I could remember, he worked and worked and worked. Shoveling driveways, raking leaves, and selling Jolly Ranchers. Back in the 6th grade, Chris would turn a 500% profit by purchasing bags of those colorful teeth-shattering candies and reselling them to sugar-starved students and —YES—teachers. This was also during the years of "Family Ties" and we lovingly referred to Chris as our own Alex P. Keaton.

Chris continued to over-compensate for my laziness well into adulthood—getting two or three part-time jobs a summer, graduating college with a double major in 4 years, and paying off each new car he bought within a year of leaving the showroom.

But after years of working in the adult world, Chris surprised everyone and decided to take a year off. He was burnt out. None of us could believe it when he actually went through with it. My tie-wearing, khaki-panted brother was going to stay home and just ... relax.

I imagine this is what his first day of "retiring" looked like.


At my grandmother's 80th birthday, alcohol brought out the philosopher in me. On the car ride home I tried to impart nuggets of gold to my cousin Scott. Telling him how he should listen to his younger brother in order to understand him and make it easier to settle their differences. Scott soon learned that I graduated from the school of Do As I Say And Not As I Do because I did not apply this philosophy to my relationship with MY younger brother, Mark.

Note: This and the following are two of the first Jimperfect/Jimbo cartoons I ever did.

The sharing of brotherly love came to an abrupt end when Mark departed. FYI: We were still on the road.