Category: Pamie
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pencils at 81.5%…
Good news. Actual good news. We got the back-nine just days before the strike started, so there was no time for celebration. Now days before the strike ends, this. I was all alone and folding laundry when I found out, which made me panic that somehow I wasn’t supposed to find out that there’s a…
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get out the pencils, put away the thread
I’ve completely forgotten how to write and I don’t have any ideas about anything. I do, however, have a collection of crafts and a pile of new gadgets. I got teased by most of my friends, but I couldn’t help it. Pencils down, hobbies up. During the strike, I was often reminded of an Onion…
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text exchange during today’s strike captains meeting.
MSG: I hear the strike is over?!? ME: No. MSG: That’s what I heard. ME: Because you get all your info from strike-bullshit-and-lies.com. Instead, read here.
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i sound like sneeze.
Wha?! Hello? Whazza–hunh? Mmf. I just woke up on the couch. German subtitled movies aren’t so good on a Friday night when you’re ill, unless you want to fall asleep. I’ve figured out where this cold came from. The recipe: 1. Picket in the rain. 2. Picket in the cold. 3. Picket in the cold…
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What Do the Numbers Mean?!
Normally when I’m pondering that question, it’s because I just saw another fantastic episode of Lost. But tonight after Lost, I’ll be asking that question again, because it’s the premiere of Eli Stone! See, if they get good numbers, then their show can get picked up for another season, which means good news for the…
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inbox, part eight.
It has been a very difficult week. Picketing in the rain was the least of the crappy things. So, when it gets like this I post mail from y’all, because it reminds me of how big and huge the world is, and how lucky I am. I kind of disappeared there for a month back…
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what i get for tooling around the internet at this hour.
In the seemingly never-ending list of examples where my name is screwed up, this one is pretty good. …pretty, pretty, pretty good.
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Name Dropping… and Shattering.
A criticism an old boyfriend used to give me (I’ll leave out his name so that it doesn’t look like I’m complaining) is that I go too far back in time to start my stories. “I ask you when did you return the video,” he’d say, “and you start with, ‘Back when I was six,…
