Author: Pamie

  • Many Books Bought; Not One Word Written

    Did you see Six Feet Under this week? That reaction the Sisto had when he saw the video for his beloved Nathanial and Isabelle, or whatever it’s called? That’s pretty much the same reaction I had this morning when I looked at The Hollywood Reporter and saw they’re making a motherfucking Grease 3. I hated…

  • The Coolest

    Happy Cinco de Mayo, y’all. I plan on drinking Pacifico and making guacamole and queso (don’t forget the Rotel Tomatoes, the most important part of Tex-Mex cuisine.) I am so incredibly proud of you guys. Check out what you did for Oakland this week: From Denise: [readermail]OK, I donated the following items to the Oakland…

  • Taylor Checks In

    Taylor Checks In

    Bonjour, people. It iz I, Taylor Dejardin. People, that iz the face I now wear every day for twenty-four hourz a day zeven dayz a week. That iz my face. You cannot change it. I worked very hard to be able to wear that face every moment of every day. I am now over eight…

  • Oakland Needs You

    Happy May Day, everybody. Here’s your good deed of the day assignment:

  • “How niiiiice!”

    I was not raised by a Southern woman. I didn’t even move to the South until I was well past my most impressionable years. But something happens when I get flustered where I turn into this Southern lady I do not know. I don’t know why it happens. It’s not like it helps me out…

  • updates and bragging

    Mostly this entire entry is to brag that my friend is on this week’s Will & Grace. He’s the man Madonna will rub her ass on. Yeah, his leg? It’s had Madonna’s ass on it. It’s the coolest leg I know. He’s also the husband of one of my Anne Heche crazy ladies, so you…

  • tales from deep throat

    tales from deep throat

    Warning. This entry isn’t for the weak. I’m about to tell a pretty gross story, y’all. I’ve outgrossed even myself, and I’m not proud of what happened to me last night, but I feel it’s important to share my story, if only for the knowledge I recently acquired. We went to dinner last night with…

  • Hi, hi, I’m Cal!

    Hi, hi, I’m Cal!

    Hi. I’m Cal! I’m Cal! Hi! hi, I’m Cal. I’m cal hi, hi, hi! Have we met?/ I’m calllll!! I love Paper Towels! And this is my paper towel pillow that I love because I’m Cal and I love this paper towel roll that I love because I’m Cal. Hi! I’m Cal. I’m Cal! Snowflake.…

  • New Snark Order

    Before I explain why Time magazine has launched me into today’s entry, I figure I must explain why I read Time magazine. But before I do that, I figure I should mention that I cannot escape The Whistler. I’ve mentioned him before, as the guy who’s been working on my neighbor’s backyard for five months…

  • bend it like bikram

    (joke totally stolen from my boyfriend) I’m not sure how I did this, but I went to the seven o’ clock class this morning. That’s seven in the morning, folks. B.C. Before coffee. If I take the 9:30 class then I’m not really showered until lunch and then there’s lunch, which isn’t fun to eat…