Way back in December of 2003, I attended a TWOP Recappers Summit in Las Vegas. I was living in New York and working around the clock at the time, attempting to balance the endless rigors of my two ersatz careers: working in publicity and singing Christmas carols at a loud Italian restaurant. This strange crunch…

I have an exceedingly high proportion of “brilliant women who write books” as friends, and I wanted to make sure everyone knew about my New-York-based division of this category. Miranda Beverly-Whittemore‘s second book — SET ME FREE — has just been published by Warner Books. It’s already on the shelves! Why read this entry? Go…

A recent column of mine for the Advocate was killed due to time and space constraints, so it has become a proud, pamie.com exclusive! My next piece will run in the print edition of the magazine, on stands next week. Which I’m looking forward to mostly because it means we’ll get a new cover. And…

The Phoenix Film Critics Society Awards gave […] Little Miss Sunshine best screenplay, proving stretching out Blind Melon’s “No Rain” video into 100 minutes of indie movie quirk clichés was an idea whose time had come. Exactly. THANK YOU for saying it. Now I don’t feel so alone in the world.

First, there was the storm. Then, there were the blackouts. Then, there were the carbon monoxide poisonings. I’m sorry, the WHAT? Then, still, there were the blackouts. When are the locusts? It was to this dystopian Al Gore weather-mare that I let Eric fly on Saturday morning. I grew up in the northeast, where every…

At this exact moment, pamie.com is a cat blog. So I’m working at home all day on Friday, and Tove spends literally the entire day sitting in my lap. Like, to the point where I have to reach around him on both sides to navigate my hands onto the computer keyboard. He was not to…

Yet another chapter in my upcoming memoir, If I’m So Famous, Where’s All My Money? Hee. Out with it, you guys. Who’s the tipster?

“Doll face, have you ever watched the television show Nip/Tuck?” It’s always somewhat awesome to be addressed as “doll face,” but it’s the apex of awesome when the person referring to you in such a way is your eighty-six year-old grandmother, asking you if you watch one of the goriest, most depraved shows on television.…

Dear Century City Cinema’s computerized ticket-ordering system: Maybe I’m giddy with excitement that there’s an animated movie about a house that eats people because it thinks that they’re jerks. Or maybe it’s because a rebate + a dropped cell phone + a boyfriend with a roommate who works at Cingular = a new, practically free…

Me, not so much. Especially after Pamie and I went through such a public de-Friendstering on this very blog, so long ago. But this page seems to have some interesting information on it. I don’t know who all of these people are, but I sure hope they get what they’re fighting for. They seem nice.…