Sara Ryan

…unsullied by spam, but I haven’t done the full upgrade to my WordPress software yet. Please email or comment if you see more evidence of spam in the posts, because rest assured that I have NOT decided that my blog would be a fine vehicle for promoting spammers’ sordid wares, or warez, as the case [...]

My apologies to anyone who clicked the “More” link on my last post and ran into a whole bunch of super creepy links. I haven’t figured out how the hack worked, but it was indeed a hack. Ew. I probably need to upgrade my WordPress. Folks have been blogging about the new Borders “concept stores,” [...]

…over at Holly Black‘s journal, responding to the io9 article “A Guide to Fan Husbandry.” There’s a lot of good points there! I’ll add a few things that annoy me as a fan and invite y’all to add more: 1. When a character comes through unbelievable peril unscathed because that character is “too popular” to [...]

I’ll be sharing a table with Mr. Lieber in Artists’ Alley, # AA10 according to the website. I will have comics and stickers and books. I’ll be there Saturday and Sunday. I hope to see some of y’all there!

Veda Hille‘s new album, This Riot Life, just came in the mail. She’s been one of my favorite musicians ever since VJ introduced me to her work, gosh, yikes, I guess it’s been about a decade ago. Here’s an article about the album. If you’re not inclined to click, this phrase gives a good summary: [...]

There are, of course, many things you can practice, improve, better. But I am increasingly of the opinion that the hardest things you have to do, you can’t practice for. P.S. Apparently, the sign’s actual purpose is to prohibit student drivers from the parking lot.

A man, holding a bar of chocolate and a card like he thinks they might explode, steps up to the cash register at the Hallmark store. The salesclerk says: “Now, we have some pre-made gift bags, so you can take one of ours, or you can choose your own and we’ll make it up for [...]

…but I have zero memory of doing so. In fact, when I found the paper it was written on, I immediately did some searching to see if I’d copied it from somewhere. Apparently not, at least according to Google. I think I wrote it — if I wrote it — in college, not long after [...]

“If I say a band is “dedicated to their craft,” that sounds boring and staid, right? Well, fuck you, then, Jack, with your antiquated half-recycled notions of how craft and intensity are somehow at odds. Craft is the path to the damn palace, and the palace’s windows are all ablaze with the fire that’s constantly [...]

Years ago, when the romantic lives of my circle of friends (and me) were more dramatic and volatile than (for the most part) they currently are, some of us took a road trip and saw a sign reading “Caution: New Traffic Patterns.” It immediately became code for “Uh oh, relationships are shifting again and nobody [...]