Sara Ryan

Tonight we devoted ourselves to restoring the house to something like order.
Snag hid out while we swept, straightened, sorted paperwork, entered receipts into Quicken, and listened to the entirety of Heretic Pride three times in succession (so far).

While I’m on the subject of matters domestic, does anyone know of a source for a piece of [...]

So when we took Snag to the vet the other week, they told us that his less appropriate behavior is likely “status agression.” We can modify it, they said, by shouting “NO!” or clapping loudly to startle/scare/redirect him when he does us wrong.
SCENE: five minutes ago. SARA is on her way up the stairs. It [...]

We took Snag to the vet.

Fortunately, the vet had a stepladder.

N.B.: We did not put him in there.

At our house, we all watch The Wire.

Snag, inside the flat file that is perhaps our best estate sale acquisition ever. Sixteen drawers, big enough to store original comics pages. Snag is in the zines drawer.

…but I lost my results trying to format them properly.
Here are the highlights: Costume Designer was #1 (yay, Katrina would be proud!), Cartoonist/Illustrator was #12 (sure, if I could draw), Pet Groomer was like #19 or so (only Snag) and Writer was way down at #38.
No great loss. I know what y’all would rather see:

The [...]

It is not a great photo, but it illustrates Snag’s latest personality quirk, which is that now, when he eats, he prefers it if you are also petting him.

We don’t have a bread box.
Actually that’s a lie. I have a fantastic bread box with two compartments, one labeled Bread, the other Cake. But it is extremely old and rusty and I use it to store all my old journals:

But anyway, the point is that we don’t have a bread box suitable for bread [...]

Brave Mr. Elephanter by Lark Pien is sweet and delightful and you should really see the elephanties.
I have sort of a shopping cart now. If you go to Publications and click on one of the minicomics covers, you will see. This would have happened sooner had I not forgotten my Paypal password, like, ten times [...]