Author: Pamie
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counter-point.
[readermail] Dear Pam, I read with interest your entry on sports bras for the, um, chestally blessed on Friday. I found it very entertaining, despite screaming at the computer, “Pam, Oprah is not the boss of you!” But more disappointing than that was the fact that you neglected what might be the most interesting aspect…
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Bounce With Me, Bounce With Me.
I bought an Enell Sports Bra, because Oprah told me to. It arrived yesterday afternoon, and despite all better judgment, I decided to give it a test run. Literally. It’s not a pretty bra, but with a little imagination, you can pretend you’re into some weird bondage stuff with it, because… well, because I’m pretty…
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zenophobia
I met a man over the weekend who lives in a Zen Buddhist retreat. I think he’s technically a monk. He’s the kind of guy who had major life changes and then moved away, found inner peace, and now lives off of next to nothing in a remote, self-containing, life-affirming, meditation-and-chanting sort of way. In…
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japanese fan mail is awesome!
[readermail] from: ヤマモト ケニー subject: jhnnydepp Q&A Hay!! I have a q for you. what type is johnnydepp’s bloodtype? meybe B? Do you know it ? Plese teach me! Save the earth [/readermail]
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push up your glasses.
It’s been very hard to keep cool when working with all these writers who’ve done things I admire. It’s happened at all three of these last jobs, where I’m sitting, chatting with someone, and part of my brain will suddenly realize he wrote an episode of television that became a memorable Thanksgiving, or he created…
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(and the pills I have to take are blue)
The shingles kind of make me walk around like Bob Dole. I’m always clutching one arm that’s curled up a little gimpy. I’ve got a slight tension frown. All I need is the pen.
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i can now, officially, raise the roof
The very nature of a blog is self-serving, self-aggrandizing, self-important and selfish. I know that I write these thoughts down to entertain you while keeping a diary for myself, as I seem physically incapable of writing unless there’s a prospect of an audience. But some days, I do wonder what it means that I write…
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Thanks, But No Thanks.
I’ve never been good at accepting a compliment. I cannot explain the part of me that needs to negate the compliment. I always want to make it even, by knocking down whatever it was they just praised. I wish my brain automatically returned a compliment with another compliment, but instead it freaks out and explains…
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rule of pam: the worse you look, the more likely you will run into old friends
There is never a good time for you to wear your own t-shirt. I said this to stee last night as we got ready for the Rilo Kiley concert. I had just finished posting this, and realized I hadn’t worn mine yet. “Your Wonder Killer shirt?” stee asked. “You should wear it. It’s not like…
