Inktober starts today

I have barely noticed it’s the 1st today (oops), but I have remembered Inktober event and I’m hoping to summon up some art today.
I haven’t decided yet whether to go digital this year, since it could be a good opportunity to create some prints…but traditional has its perks, including simpler setup and action — compared to hooking up a tablet to the PC, using Photoshop, layers, finalizing printable quality, uploading it to Redbubble or so…will see, will see. I could probably do Hair-tober. Or…Pattern-tober.

Or, I could stop crippling the word and start inking.


As a side note, I have Tama-mail somewhere with DHL here in Kuwait and feeling quite childishly excited about it. I bought two M!X tamas for the girls and one (more) for me, so we can play together and create little digital abominations. Now only if the customs moved their bee-hinds and stopped being such snails. (The parcel has been on its way from Japan for some time now, and I’m getting impatient, yes. I can be a baby sometimes.)

On the Topic of Social Media

I’ve just fully deleted few accounts after testing for a few weeks of doing pretty much nothing on them, and nobody batting an eye about my absence — I see no need to maintain two or more separate presences in different places on top of Randomly Mad, since it makes no difference in perception. I mean — I’m already taking care of hosting here, so…why split my already sparse content among multiple places, especially since noone seems to care? (I have however immediately snatched back umabbas.tumblr.com url as it is impossible for me to share my internet persona, thank you very much. It’s mine. All mine.)

I wish there was an easy way of cleaning through one’s Facebook, as I want to keep it for easy logins, but would also like to, time to time, go back and remove posts that I deem irrelevant now. Alas, there is not.


I have a whole bunch of unfinished photographs waiting to be processed to .png and uploaded, and despite being busy with house and kids, I’d love to participate in this year’s entire inktober. I see my attendance skeptically, but one can always hope.

There’s only a barely palm sized notebook waiting to be filled, and that should hopefully allow me to finish the whole month, sketches being only the ink and quite small.

We shall see!

I could also absolutely forget it is October and be done with it — it wouldn’t be the first occasion of my sense of time getting all scrambled.