Posting my Austin Film Festival info here for those of you who I want to see, need to see, or hope to see next week. When I’m not at these places, I’m probably in the Driskill lobby, or wherever Chuy tells me to be. Austin, please get your breakfast tacos and Mexican Martinis all in a row because I have only so much time to eat and drink between these fun things: Read more
Wednesday: Dallas Quill Awards Gala
It is my first gala. It is my first time being a keynote speaker. I fear that these two firsts will combine to give me a moment like you see in comedy pilots for clumsy-girl-you’re-supposed-to-relate-to-but-will-be-worse-at-life-than-you-are-so-you-feel-a-little-better-about-yourself shows. You know, where I accidentally knock over the podium because I made a joke that didn’t go so well because I didn’t know someone important to the organization had just died of whatever thing I was joking about, and then when I try to fix the podium I accidentally rip off a toupee or two while having no choice but to bust into a freestyle rap about Dallas and then eventually I just grab the mic start talking about Tim Riggins because it’s the only way I know how to get all girls back on my side. Read more
It’s gearing up to be book tour time, when I leave the house to get in front of you and then I can’t stop talking because I don’t leave the house enough. Here’s the schedule so far. Read more
In less than a month I’ll be at the Austin Film Festival, where I will once again attempt to balance seeing friends and schmoozing, which will result in some terrible hits to my liver. Read more
I went to Austin for five days and gained four pounds. This is why I can’t live there anymore. Read more
It’s like I’m coming up for air.
I’ve been going non-stop for a couple of weeks now, and I think right now at this moment I’m having my first second of silent, spare time. The fact that I’m filling it with writing an entry instead of finishing my book (I’m reading A Tree Grows In Brooklyn, a wonderful story that I wouldn’t have appreciated if I’d read it when I was younger), or practicing piano (A life-long goal of mine is to learn the piano. I am just now getting a chance to fulfill it. Yesterday I earned a gold star when I completed “Old Woman” without having to look at my hands), shows that I’m filled with guilt over neglecting this site this month. It’s just been pretty crazy around here.
So, the site’s moved, the nameserver’s been changed, and as soon as your ISP updates, you’ll be looking at the new pamie.com. Can’t tell a difference? Then it’s perfect. Can’t see a damn thing, can’t email me and everything’s gone to hell? Well, then… I’ll be working on it. But let me know if a link’s broken or you see something amiss over the next week or so as I’m “unpacking.”
Last night I saw the best movie I’ve seen in a while. Secretary. So good. Sexy, funny, smart, exciting and deliciously tense. Really, I can’t say enough about it. It explores self-empowerment, humility, the need for control, the need to be controlled, power struggles in relationships, and the give and take of sex and temping. I really wish I wrote this script. I was kicking myself for not thinking of it, particularly after my strange Pseudojob experience last year. I haven’t grinned through a movie like this since Amelie. I can’t wait to see it again, and I can’t wait for the DVD. Mom, don’t go see this movie. You will not like it at all.
So, here we are. One year later. Let me just get this out of the way first: I missed you, too. I missed you very much, actually. It was lonely without you around. After all those days spent complaining that you guys were too much to handle, I felt like a mom who had finally gotten all of her kids off to college. The house was empty and too quiet.
And like a mom who finally gets her wish come true, I got bummed out and watched too much Oprah. Read more