Month: July 2006

  • Kanoeing for Katrina

    A friend of pamie.com and very good friend of mine forwarded along her brother’s extremely worthy venture: My tree-hugging, environmentalist brother is canoeing the entire length of the Mississippi River this summer for a very good cause. He is keeping a blog of this amazing adventure, updating it as regularly as he can. Aaron and…

  • jacked.

    I’m covered in bruises. Not little tiny ones, but the kind where people grab my wrist and go, “Oh, my God. What happened to you?” It started with just a couple, but now there’s a rather large one on the inside of my left elbow that’s getting uglier every day, and one on top of…

  • Life Lesson #32: Don’t Go To A Birthday Party That Starts At 10:00 pm.

    Life Lesson #32: Don’t Go To A Birthday Party That Starts At 10:00 pm.

    I’m the only person at the Standard Cafe. The wireless won’t be working until at least next week, so I’m currently swiping WiFi from the Sunset Strip, trying to nurse my stomach back into working order. It’s all my fault, this feeling. Well, it’s a little not my fault, but it’s mostly my fault.

  • more post-mortem

    I feel pretty lucky that the only time Ned ever called me on stage to introduce me to the live audience was to do an impression of a woman eating nachos, and it was between segments. Poor Irwin made it into clip show.

  • more kleenex.

    The whole “crying all the time” thing is still going on, which doesn’t make it any easier when I get letters like this one. And thanks to Jenna Fischer (AKA “Pam” from The Office) for linking to Dewey on her MySpace page.

  • Dear Weezer Bassist:

    I want you to know that I love your band, and have loved your band for a very long time, longer than you’ve been a part of it. I want to start with praise, because what I have to say after this might sound a bit mean, but… well, you deserve it.

  • post mortem

    Friday was our last day of the second season (Season Three, coming to you at the top of next year). Many of us lingered around the office, sitting near our boxes of things, as nobody knows who will be back or when that would be. “We should be skipping out of here,” Irwin said. “And…