One-Shot Nina Comics

A journal comic pretending to be art
Just, you know…sayin’.

I’ve spent most of the weekend (and end of the week as well) sleeping, and it was lovely. And now it must come to a sad sad end. 

Happy Monday, I guess.

Just, you know…sayin’.

I’ve spent most of the weekend (and end of the week as well) sleeping, and it was lovely. And now it must come to a sad sad end.

Happy Monday, I guess.

Life is hard. One day this will stop, but until then…we are just going to end up using a lot of paper towels and that “make this bit of floor not smell like a cat just pooped on it” spray. This has to stop eventually, right?

…I mean, right?

(Note, we’ve taken him to the vet and…so far, this seems like a waiting game to see what works and what doesn’t. Poor Poe. He’s in good spirits otherwise, but yeah…)

Life is hard. One day this will stop, but until then…we are just going to end up using a lot of paper towels and that “make this bit of floor not smell like a cat just pooped on it” spray. This has to stop eventually, right?

…I mean, right?

(Note, we’ve taken him to the vet and…so far, this seems like a waiting game to see what works and what doesn’t. Poor Poe. He’s in good spirits otherwise, but yeah…)

I’ve been working on this for a few days…which is to say, I drew it in one application, saved it, and then forgot I was working on it until I got home after a long day. So. Here.

It started out in Sketchbook Pro, which I had upgraded from Sketchbook Express (which came with my Intuos5). I liked how the inking went, and I decided I wanted to color the background in Photoshop. It’s a little weird, but hey, I like how it came out.

I want to try to draw more and slightly more realistic (in a cartoon-y type of way), because I have IDEAS and PLANS…which may or may not be pushed back because of school and other plans.
And possibly if the cat refuses to get off my hands when I’m typing at the computer.
Either way.

I’ve been working on this for a few days…which is to say, I drew it in one application, saved it, and then forgot I was working on it until I got home after a long day. So. Here.

It started out in Sketchbook Pro, which I had upgraded from Sketchbook Express (which came with my Intuos5). I liked how the inking went, and I decided I wanted to color the background in Photoshop. It’s a little weird, but hey, I like how it came out.

I want to try to draw more and slightly more realistic (in a cartoon-y type of way), because I have IDEAS and PLANS…which may or may not be pushed back because of school and other plans.

And possibly if the cat refuses to get off my hands when I’m typing at the computer.

Either way.

I called out from work today to recharge a little; after the move there has been little time to really sit down and relax with the holidays and whatnot, so I was starting to get a little spiky and overwhelmed with school on the verge of starting in a few weeks. It helped that I didn’t quite feel well (my stomach apparently hates me, but that happens), so I stayed home and tried to enjoy a nice and quiet day before everything starts happening again.
A portion of that was trying to figure out what to post here, since I’m trying to get back into the habit of creating art every day in some capacity after — what, six months? Eight months away? Either way, it’s been entirely too long and I need to do something creative with some regularity or I’m going to go nuts.
Basically, I put a lot of pressure on myself unnecessarily. EVERYTHING MUST BE PERFECT or I spaz. If I’m sideswiped by something, I get panicky and it takes me twice as long to get through because I’m too caught up in the drama of I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS HAPPENED WITHOUT ME KNOWING FIRST. I worry too much about labels and properly identifying and categorizing aspects of my life. I need to learn how to let go.
So this, in its own way, is a symbol of that effort. I don’t need to create GREAT PIECES OF ART every day. I just need to create. I don’t need to come up with plans for everything all the time so I KNOW WHAT I’M DOING, I can just…you know…let things happen. And the freaking out thing is so tiring, day-in, day-out. On one hand, I sleep like a baby. On the other, doing nothing but sleeping like a baby kind of all the time gets old, especially when there are things to do.
So for the moment, here is an odd thing I made while attempting to work on other odd things. I was going to call it, “Something Went Wrong in the Living Room…” because initially it looked like someone went crazy on old ugly wallpaper. But now it’s just a messy thing that has an oddly appealing look to it.
I think I’ll keep it.

I called out from work today to recharge a little; after the move there has been little time to really sit down and relax with the holidays and whatnot, so I was starting to get a little spiky and overwhelmed with school on the verge of starting in a few weeks. It helped that I didn’t quite feel well (my stomach apparently hates me, but that happens), so I stayed home and tried to enjoy a nice and quiet day before everything starts happening again.

A portion of that was trying to figure out what to post here, since I’m trying to get back into the habit of creating art every day in some capacity after — what, six months? Eight months away? Either way, it’s been entirely too long and I need to do something creative with some regularity or I’m going to go nuts.

Basically, I put a lot of pressure on myself unnecessarily. EVERYTHING MUST BE PERFECT or I spaz. If I’m sideswiped by something, I get panicky and it takes me twice as long to get through because I’m too caught up in the drama of I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS HAPPENED WITHOUT ME KNOWING FIRST. I worry too much about labels and properly identifying and categorizing aspects of my life. I need to learn how to let go.

So this, in its own way, is a symbol of that effort. I don’t need to create GREAT PIECES OF ART every day. I just need to create. I don’t need to come up with plans for everything all the time so I KNOW WHAT I’M DOING, I can just…you know…let things happen. And the freaking out thing is so tiring, day-in, day-out. On one hand, I sleep like a baby. On the other, doing nothing but sleeping like a baby kind of all the time gets old, especially when there are things to do.

So for the moment, here is an odd thing I made while attempting to work on other odd things. I was going to call it, “Something Went Wrong in the Living Room…” because initially it looked like someone went crazy on old ugly wallpaper. But now it’s just a messy thing that has an oddly appealing look to it.

I think I’ll keep it.

I woke up this morning feeling vaguely nauseous and feeling sludgy, but couldn’t bring myself to call out because there were a number of similar-looking piles on my desk that I didn’t want to risk someone touching and getting mixed up. Today was mostly a quiet one, thankfully, but I got home and had some dinner, when, out of nowhere, my body decided it was unbelievably cold and felt like aching all over the place.
I love when that happens.
Thankfully, we have a number of blankets in our linen closet in case a certain boy I know gets cold, so Robin got one for me and I have since been wrapped up in a big blue blanket, for once in my life vaguely regretting not having access to a slanket or snuggie or something like that.
It’s no Forever Lazy, but then again, what is?

I woke up this morning feeling vaguely nauseous and feeling sludgy, but couldn’t bring myself to call out because there were a number of similar-looking piles on my desk that I didn’t want to risk someone touching and getting mixed up. Today was mostly a quiet one, thankfully, but I got home and had some dinner, when, out of nowhere, my body decided it was unbelievably cold and felt like aching all over the place.

I love when that happens.

Thankfully, we have a number of blankets in our linen closet in case a certain boy I know gets cold, so Robin got one for me and I have since been wrapped up in a big blue blanket, for once in my life vaguely regretting not having access to a slanket or snuggie or something like that.

It’s no Forever Lazy, but then again, what is?

The beauty of growing old with blonde hair (something I am noticing in Robin as well as something I remember from watching my dad as I was growing up) is that it is harder to figure out which strands of hair are turning white and which are just really light blonde. Mine, however, shows off the white immediately.
Essentially, every time I go to wash my hands and am faced with a mirror, I find this one serious strand staring me in the face. It’s white, and sticks out like a sore thumb against my dark hair.
Long story short: can’t wait to get old and have a head full of white hair. I’m hoping not to dye it, but who knows how I’ll feel when it actually becomes a serious issue. I feel like I’m playing chicken with these hairs, which is a weird way to live my life, I’d say.
Oh well. These things happen.

The beauty of growing old with blonde hair (something I am noticing in Robin as well as something I remember from watching my dad as I was growing up) is that it is harder to figure out which strands of hair are turning white and which are just really light blonde. Mine, however, shows off the white immediately.

Essentially, every time I go to wash my hands and am faced with a mirror, I find this one serious strand staring me in the face. It’s white, and sticks out like a sore thumb against my dark hair.

Long story short: can’t wait to get old and have a head full of white hair. I’m hoping not to dye it, but who knows how I’ll feel when it actually becomes a serious issue. I feel like I’m playing chicken with these hairs, which is a weird way to live my life, I’d say.

Oh well. These things happen.

So I got an early birthday present from my lovely fiance.
I am very excited…as evidenced by the photo drawn with the aforementioned birthday present, which was an Intuos 5 medium drawing tablet to replace the one I had been using which was easily one-third the size and very old.
Happy birthday to me! Now to continue playing around with my new toys. :D

So I got an early birthday present from my lovely fiance.

I am very excited…as evidenced by the photo drawn with the aforementioned birthday present, which was an Intuos 5 medium drawing tablet to replace the one I had been using which was easily one-third the size and very old.

Happy birthday to me! Now to continue playing around with my new toys. :D

My new desktop came in, and I celebrated by signing up for Adobe Creative Cloud, meaning I got my hands on Photoshop for the first time in ages — AND I have a computer that can run it without hiccuping along like an asthmatic weasel being chased by a dog on some kind of hallucinogenic drugs.

Or something.

I figured I would give the aforementioned Photoshop a go, and was happy to see it works well with my current graphics tablet — something I could not say was true with Corel Painter on my old desktop.
Long story short: I am happy about this desktop purchase, all things considered. Here’s hoping I acclimate to photoshop and whatnot quickly-ish and can perhaps produce things beyond simple me-drawings.

But who knows. I’m just trying to keep up a regular update schedule at this point, which may or may not go to hell when school starts in a few weeks. But we shall see when the time comes.

My new desktop came in, and I celebrated by signing up for Adobe Creative Cloud, meaning I got my hands on Photoshop for the first time in ages — AND I have a computer that can run it without hiccuping along like an asthmatic weasel being chased by a dog on some kind of¬†hallucinogenic¬†drugs.

Or something.

I figured I would give the aforementioned Photoshop a go, and was happy to see it works well with my current graphics tablet — something I could not say was true with Corel Painter on my old desktop.

Long story short: I am happy about this desktop purchase, all things considered. Here’s hoping I acclimate to photoshop and whatnot quickly-ish and can perhaps produce things beyond simple me-drawings.

But who knows. I’m just trying to keep up a regular update schedule at this point, which may or may not go to hell when school starts in a few weeks. But we shall see when the time comes.

I somehow managed to avoid playing FarmVille. I don’t know how, but I did. Then there was Skylanders: Lost Islands, which really primed me for being obsessed with a resource-gathering game. So after I managed to give up on that game, I was reminded of Tiny Tower.

I remember seeing it the first time when a friend came to town for the weekend a while ago. This was during my pre-iPad days, so I thought it was cute and filed it away. Then I picked up an iPad a few months later and picked up the game. Somehow I managed to keep my playing in check that first time.

And now? Now I have to struggle not to check my tower at lunch instead of socializing with coworkers. DAMN YOU NIMBLEBITS. 

I’m kind of impressed with games that can suck a person in like that, since the only things I’ve been able to lose myself in are the Fallout and Elder Scrolls games. And these games are very dissimilar. But that being said, I’ll be jumping head first into Skyrim before school starts up, since I’m convinced my life will cease to be fun in about three weeks. 

Sigh.

I somehow managed to avoid playing FarmVille. I don’t know how, but I did. Then there was Skylanders: Lost Islands, which really primed me for being obsessed with a resource-gathering game. So after I managed to give up on that game, I was reminded of Tiny Tower.

I remember seeing it the first time when a friend came to town for the weekend a while ago. This was during my pre-iPad days, so I thought it was cute and filed it away. Then I picked up an iPad a few months later and picked up the game. Somehow I managed to keep my playing in check that first time.

And now? Now I have to struggle not to check my tower at lunch instead of socializing with coworkers. DAMN YOU NIMBLEBITS.

I’m kind of impressed with games that can suck a person in like that, since the only things I’ve been able to lose myself in are the Fallout and Elder Scrolls games. And these games are very dissimilar. But that being said, I’ll be jumping head first into Skyrim before school starts up, since I’m convinced my life will cease to be fun in about three weeks.

Sigh.

I feel like we haven’t gotten snow at this time of year in a few years, and my poor dog doesn’t seem to know what to do about it. All she knows is, she doesn’t enjoy running around it in. It makes walk-time very interesting, as she ducks her head into the snow just long enough to come up with a muzzle full of the stuff and then remains very disgruntled until it goes away. 

Good ol’ winter.

I feel like we haven’t gotten snow at this time of year in a few years, and my poor dog doesn’t seem to know what to do about it. All she knows is, she doesn’t enjoy running around it in. It makes walk-time very interesting, as she ducks her head into the snow just long enough to come up with a muzzle full of the stuff and then remains very disgruntled until it goes away.

Good ol’ winter.