Category: Pamie

  • she’s in charge of rocking the other coast.

    My life is the subway from Brooklyn, dodging pedestrians in midtown, and meeting my cohorts for free drinks at the bar that sometimes employs us when the magazine operating out of the office above it doesn’t. My wardrobe is H&M, second-hand, ebay-won, or just a simple Japanese t-shirt and jeans sprinkled with a rotating array…

  • hmm.

    hmm.

    I have been trying to talk myself into buying a new computer, because this one is getting slow, and all of the keys have worn off with the thousands of words I type every day, and basically this machine has been attached to my hip since May of 2004, but having seen what happens when…

  • hey, look at that.

    hey, look at that.

    I never know how to approach the booksellers. I end up saying, “Hi, I wrote this. Do you want me to sign your stock?” It sounds so dumb when I say it, but I’m not sure what else to say. “Hi, I’ll write my name in each of these, because I really want you to…

  • i speak good, y’all.

    “But the stuff that’s going on isn’t much I haven’t talked about before.” What?! Seriously, I have to stop reading my own interviews. The Washington Post’s Express recently asked some questions about my book, my weight, and my jeans. I think I’m going to have to hire someone who listens to me give interviews so…

  • dork alert.

    “Most people call me Pam. But people who really like me call me Pamie. People who really love me call me sweetheart. My mom calls me Pamie. The internet calls me pamie. In official titles, I’m Pamela. Um… most people call me Pam.” Man. Why can’t I shut up? Jay Laird of EDGE Providence tries…

  • take that, pamlea.

    Noah Robischon of Entertainment Weekly has come up with the best new not-my-name. Check it out. (Be sure to watch the video for the full effect.) It’s the coolest ad for Dewey, so I couldn’t be more pleased.

  • my best friend is brave.

    my best friend is brave.

    This is part of the picket line outside America’s Next Top Model. I’m the one holding the sign. Dan’s the one trying to make a difference. Read here why.

  • wonder killer moment #496.

    [scripty] stee’s mom [laying down scrabble tiles] Doesn’t it look like “radios” should have an “e” before the “s”? stee Yeah, I guess so. stee’s mom I wonder if it should. pamie [who isn’t playing the game, but is nearby, reading a book] No, because there’s a vowel before the “o.” stee’s mom Excuse me?…

  • why book tours are weird.

    In a couple of hours I have an interview with a bat. Or a man named Bat. Or a bat posing as a man. The point is, I’m supposed to look like a real writer, one who knows what she’s doing, and can talk about it extensively and entertainingly enough that someone would want to…

  • this is a blurb.

    “Ribon’s newest novel is hilarious and heartfelt. Why Moms Are Weird tackles the absurd morass of family with joyful wit and brutal honesty. I barrelled through this book.” — Jill Soloway, writer and co-executive producer of Six Feet Under, and author of Tiny Ladies In Shiny Pants. I like that blurb. Did you link to my…