Category: Pamie
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oh.
Just emailing with someone, who joked that maybe it was something in the stars getting us all so pissy, gloomy and without a sense of purpose. I wondered if Mercury was in retrograde, as my life tends to get messy when that happens, even though I don’t believe in such a thing. We found out…
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Olive did this for half an hour.
Since many of you wrote to say, “But Pamie, I like stories about the cats,” I offer you stee’s entry today, where Olive learns… well, I’m not sure it’s possible anything was going on up there, but we learned she’s not nearly as smart as we gave her credit. I kept saying she was going…
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Changing of the Guard
About a year ago, if you’d asked me if I’m a guarded person, I’d have told you absolutely not. I write books and scripts that usually come out of some story from my life. I write quite publicly about my life online, for Pete’s sake. Clearly I don’t have a problem talking about myself. But…
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using flickr to send a note to mad.
Aw, Mad. I sure do miss you. Last night at the hotel I saw an ad for the movie Sky High, and now I owe you an apology. Remember when I tried to talk you out of watching it, that night at the crawfish restaurant when you told me you wanted to see it? Remember…
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Hipster Bars, Jollibee, and Casablanca.
See, just two days ago, on the flight home, we were discussing Ray. [scripty] stee We don’t see Ray enough. pamie Because he calls three minutes before he’s going somewhere to invite us to come with him. “Um… I’m going to this bar, on Santa Monica? There’s going to be a gospel band–” stee “– and…
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More Rebuttals
If all this football talk makes you snore, I’ve got some gay cowboy action for you. Start with Irwin’s piece here (It may be the only screening of Brokeback that saw switchblades, at least in Los Angeles…).
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Suck It, Kamenetzky — The Rebuttal
[I offered Andy a chance to respond to last night’s post when he called last night to ask, “All you got was ‘Suck it, Kamentzky?’ Twice?” Here it is.]
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WOOOOO.
I drank my Shiner, called Texas a few times, and taught Dan how football works. [Pam: “I can teach you everything you need to know about football in four minutes.” Dan: “Yeah, I do believe I read a book about it?“] Anyway, all of this post is to say: Suck it, Kamenetzky. Don’t email me…
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waitin’ on the big game
(photo: stee learns how you listen to sports in the south) It took a billion hours to get home last night because every airport in this country is stuffed with Longhorns. It’s hard to get pissy when everyone’s in burnt orange, all trying hard to get to your hood. Welcome back to the East side, Horns.…
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LA to L.A.
Thank you, Chao Camp: Fireworks and darts. Walks on the levee with Mad. Outdoor showers and gossiping through another bottle of wine. The Poor Bastards, and their band with lots of heart. Teasing stee for being such a city boy. Disappearing behind camo. Crawfish. Lots of crawfish. Chris jamming on the drum machine. Our amazing…