Pamela Ribon

Category: Pamie

  • Oh, and also:

    For you Facebook people, I’ve got a page for writing updates and such. It’s called a fan page, but that makes me feel like we’re on the back pages of Tiger Beat. …which I’m cool with as long as we’re all at the same slumber party.

  • car alarm.

    So, the other day I was driving down the street thinking to myself, “I don’t normally drive on this street at this hour.” This causes me to do that thing where I think about quantum physics and parallel universes, how right now in theory there’s a me driving down Hillhurst, but there’s still a me…

  • xbox 365.

    I haven’t had a gaming system in my home for years. This has been intentional. I know myself enough to know that as soon as there’s a controller on my coffee table, all of my time will just disappear. But now there’s an Xbox in the house. XBOX? xBox? I don’t care. I don’t have…

  • Victory!

    Victory!

    In the past month, my team won our Baby Doll Brawl (see Charlie Chu’s awesome pictures here), I got final approval on the manuscript, went to Thailand, and started at a new job. That’s a lot to process. Now that I have an office again, maybe I’ll be able to do some of it here.…

  • I love my team of old lady skaters.

    Here’s the promo for my upcoming Baby Doll Brawl (this Sunday!!). Fun fact: during “and fight their way…” that’s me and my Meteorfight teammate Risky a Go-Go taking out two opposing team members, including their jammer, using her arm and my ass. (And then a few seconds later you can see me fling myself onto…

  • Skate, Skate, Skate

    Skate, Skate, Skate

    It’s that time again. I’m skating in another bout. This time I’m co-captain of my team. It has tapped into all of my dormant director skills and –unpredictably– has resulted in me jonesing to get back on stage. It has also resulted in me giving some long-winded, overly-emotional locker room speeches about teamwork and dedication.…

  • Tonight: Trapped in the Closet, Live at M Bar

    Dear friends, the best goodbyes are in the Closet! What can truly be said for R. Kelly’s operatic masterpiece, Trapped in the Closet? Nightmare? Genius? Stanky spewey epic? Come see the original 12 chapters performed live by Brently & friends. This show originally premiered in LA and has traveled to NYC and back, gathering attention…

  • No! Noo! Nooo! Noooo!

    Try to pick which of the following dumb-ass moves I made in the past twenty-four hours: 1. In looking for a beloved earring, I managed to smash it underneath my shoe. Even over my own sobbing, I was able to hear my grandmother’s shrieks of horror from the afterlife. 2. While clearing space on the…

  • i know, i know. I KNOW.

    It isn’t that I’m trying to ignore pamie.com. I am in front of my computer every single day, but between the twitter account and the photography deadline, I feel like my life gets updated. I’m working on edits for the new novel, I’m developing a half-hour with a studio (read: Yo, I got a job!),…

  • just one of the many reasons.

    “I had two female friends in my life before I started roller derby. Two. Now I have eighty. That’s a big deal.” (This piece isn’t new, just new to me. It was nominated for a 2008 Sports Emmy for Outstanding Short Feature earlier this year.)