Pamela Ribon

Month: July 2005

  • click.

    click.

    It’s time for me to take a new author photo. Some of you may remember how spectacularly the last one was received. I was tired of talking about my long hair in the old shot. It had been in two books, three periodicals and an Aspen promo. It was two years old. Time for an…

  • on the way home.

    [scripty] EXT. LOS ANGELES STREET — DAY A YOUNG WOMAN WAITS AT THE CROSSWALK, FIDDLING WITH HER PURSE, LOST IN THOUGHT. A YOUNG, ATTRACTIVE, AFRICAN-AMERICAN MAN APPROACHES HER. HE’S HOLDING A PIECE OF PAPER AND A PENCIL, LIKE HE HAS BEEN INTERRUPTED. MAN I just saw you in the bookstore, and I wanted to come…

  • a conversation with chito.

    [scripty] PAMIE Hello? CHITO Aw, shit, Pam. How’s it goin’, girl? PAMIE Good. What’s up? CHITO I am watching… have you seen R. Kelly’s “Trapped in the Closet?” PAMIE No. CHITO Are you watching VH-1 right now? PAMIE No, not presently. CHITO I am. You have to turn it on. PAMIE Let me tell you…

  • my iPod is waiting

    Reading about my good friends The Damn Millionaires recording their first album has me filled with pride. It is also bittersweet, because it makes me miss them so much more. Good to know I could still be there, in some way, even if it was a pretty smarty-pants way to be there.

  • A Few Minutes With This Guy.

    A Few Minutes With This Guy.

    “Hey-hey, ladies! You like my sign? Show me your rack! And blow me up, Tom! And woo-hoo! You know what’s cool about Tom Leykis? Everything. The man tells me exactly how to keep my cash in the bank, and not have to spend any of it on gold digging bitches. That’s all I get these…

  • Crazy From the Heat

    I somehow got away with spending my entire yesterday in a bikini. I somehow got away with spending my entire past week like I was still in high school. Monday night I went to spend time with my oldest friend. I saw clips from the movie he wrote and directed. It’s the biggest thing he’s…

  • Two Stories I Almost Forgot To Tell

    Yes, it’s way too late to be blogging on a Friday night. What the fuck were you doing at this hour that’s so much better?… Oh, really? Yeah, that’s pretty cool. Anyway, I was remembering to write these two stories.

  • a typical phone call.

    [scripty] STEE Hello?… Hi, Steph….Uh-huh. It goes… (sings) “Streaks on the china, never mattered before. Who cares?”… Right… It goes, “Streaks on the china, never mattered before. Who cares? When you drop-kicked your jacket, as you came through the door, no one glares!” … Okay. You’re welcome. Bye. [/scripty]

  • a simple phone call.

    [scripty] AB Hellooo00ooo0o? PAMIE Ha! Hi. AB Why are you laughing at me? PAMIE Why did you answer the phone like that? AB Like what? PAMIE “Hellllo000oo0oo0?” AB Shut up. Did I sound like that? PAMIE “Hellllo000oo0oo0?” [/scripty]

  • Best two lines said to me over the past day:

    “Oh, she was always buying bras and eating these strange pretzels.” And: “Bring all the girly things that make you look pretty.”