One-Shot Nina Comics

A journal comic pretending to be art
There are no excuses when your friends and loved ones are sometimes scaryish.

There are no excuses when your friends and loved ones are sometimes scaryish.

Just testing out some things with my new Wacom Bamboo stylus. I feel like not only did I get an awesome ebook reader and game system and Internet device, I saved myself some money on a cintiq I have been drooling over for years.

…like I need to justify the purchase. I’m happy with it, so that’s really the point. Yay.

Just testing out some things with my new Wacom Bamboo stylus. I feel like not only did I get an awesome ebook reader and game system and Internet device, I saved myself some money on a cintiq I have been drooling over for years.

…like I need to justify the purchase. I’m happy with it, so that’s really the point. Yay.

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When not spending my days being a ninja, I moonlight as the world’s most useless superhero, the aptly named FAT BITCH. For some reason, this character is helping to channel my inner rage that comes up when I find myself surrounded by talk of dieting. I now have a lot of ridiculous sketches on my iPad of FAT BITCH, and I feel better about life. 

For now, anyway.

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When not spending my days being a ninja, I moonlight as the world’s most useless superhero, the aptly named FAT BITCH. For some reason, this character is helping to channel my inner rage that comes up when I find myself surrounded by talk of dieting. I now have a lot of ridiculous sketches on my iPad of FAT BITCH, and I feel better about life. For now, anyway.
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I went to my boyfriend’s martial arts class to help keep his son occupied, and I decided to play with this new app on my iPad. I was given a little grief over the color of the belt (he hasn’t taken his yellow belt test just yet), but I’m going to pretend this is a picture FROM THE FUTURE, since he should be all yellow belt-y in May. 

Harrumph.

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I went to my boyfriend’s martial arts class to help keep his son occupied, and I decided to play with this new app on my iPad. I was given a little grief over the color of the belt (he hasn’t taken his yellow belt test just yet), but I’m going to pretend this is a picture FROM THE FUTURE, since he should be all yellow belt-y in May. Harrumph.
Happy birthday, Widget.

Happy birthday, Widget.

On the upside, it’s finally the weekend. Hopefully my headache will finally go away.

On the upside, it’s finally the weekend. Hopefully my headache will finally go away.

Me? Distracted? Never.

Me? Distracted? Never.

Elevators don’t always work, and that is unfortunate.

Elevators don’t always work, and that is unfortunate.