Sara Ryan

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 [...]

The New York Times calls me a collaborator. (Second page, near the end, a brief mention. I’ll wait.) Thanks to Zack, January & others for letting me know!

I’ve jumped onto the Scrivener bandwagon. So far I am intrigued but feel sort of dumb about how best to exploit all its fascinating capabilities. Any of y’all [...]

In case not all y’all follow the comments on the Wordpress side, I must point you to this macro’ed version of one of the most recent Snag photos, lolified by the esteemed Jeff Parker.

Snag ignores his water dish, no matter how recently we’ve filled it, in favor of this:

So far he hasn’t figured out how to turn on the tap by himself, but it’s only a matter of time.

This is a picture of the inside of one of the kitchen cabinets. Snag hides here, vibrating with panic, when the fireworks start. Which, in my neighborhood, is in broad goddamn daylight.

Note the tragic lack of cheezburger.

I made you into a lolcat.

He seems very content.

A little insistent even. But I did eventually get him to move, and thus was able to open my box of copies of Rules.