Pamela Ribon

Category: Blog

  • sigh! hic! snarf!

    it’s good to have a breakdown, right? First off, I would like to say that I have a really hard time spelling the word “February.” I constantly want to spell it “Februrary.” And every once in a while my brain does so much of that “You know there’s that ‘r’ in there you always fuck…

  • better?

    i lose one, but prepare to win another We didn’t win Best of the Week. Like I said, it was a tough week. For me, though, this is the first time a play of mine hasn’t advanced. Was it because my play wasn’t as good or was it because my competition was better? I’m thinking…

  • making a list, checking it twice

    but end up eating chicken fried rice It doesn’t matter how much you plan a day out. It never happens the way you want it to.

  • levels of geek

    levels of geek

    why eric can no longer tease me The show went really well. People laughed in all the right spots, and I think they laughed more than the cast thought they would. I like looking in at the actors’ faces the second that thought comes over them like, “Wait a minute! Pam’s right! They really do…

  • opening night

    opening night

    doing it for the kids Today I am dressed up and sitting very, very still while I do my work so my hair and makeup stay exactly the same for the next ten hours. My play goes up tonight. Pay no attention to the fact that they misspelled my name. Everyone always does. I’m just…

  • whatever

    a movie review complete with spoilers (oh yeah, i’m pissed about geek girl films again) (driving into the restaurant last Friday. The same restaurant as the incident where Eric drove my car onto the cement parking lot divider.)

  • paranoid

    living with spies and wooden hands Okay, so I made another mistake on the Super Bowl entry. Pippen now plays for the Rockets. I tell you, it’s hard to keep all of this sports stuff straight in your head. I was at dinner with Eric on Friday night and we were discussing the entry. He…

  • XXXIII rules for XXXIII

    how to fake a football orgasm So, the Super Bowl is on Sunday.

  • size does matter

    i just want to impress you with my length When I was younger I remember daytime television being really interesting. I could watch five consecutive hours of talk shows. Now I couldn’t sit through five minutes of Sally or ten minutes of Ricki before I started looking around the house for something to do. So,…

  • the sounds of silence

    and the madness in my head So, I’m at home. And I’m not allowed to talk. Whenever I do talk, you can only hear a little whisper coming out of me. I feel like the Godfather. Everyone has to lean in to hear me. I’m tired of it, though. I miss my voice. I miss…