Category: Pamie
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Stars Hollow-een
We were talking about scary movies at work when someone said, “You know the last thing I did that really scared me? I rode my bike back from the stage to the office last night.” I knew exactly what he was about to say. “Oh, God!” I shouted. “You rode through Stars Hollow at night!”…
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I Fold.
I had a dream about Dad the other night. He had this basement installed in the house, which — whatever — and he wanted to show me all of the antiques he had started collecting. It was a bizarre collection of ugly statues and souvenirs from places he’d never been. Some he bragged about scoring…
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I Have Nice Boobs
Dalton Ross does not like boobs. He also doesn’t like boob jokes. He does not like Hot Properties. He gave it a D. Hey, Mencia got a D-, so I’m moving up! This is karmic payback for when we tried updating Mullendash to Rossdash. Dan was way too good at it, and all of my…
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A Night With Mousy and the Puppethead
We walk into the tiniest little Tiki bar on Sunset, where “Everybody Plays the Fool” is on the jukebox, mashed-up with some reggae beat. We take a seat and wait for Tom and Frank, who are meeting us for a drink before we go to dinner and a movie. Frank and I talk about the tiny…
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forced perspective
This has been a hell of a week. We are in production on the episode I wrote, so every minute of the day I’m learning something. I’m very lucky that my co-workers don’t treat me like the new kid, and make me feel very much a peer. With that comes the added responsibility of not…
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watching rita
“Due to the hurricane in the area you are calling, your call cannot be completed as dialed.” This is the message I hear when I try to reach my friends in Houston or Austin or any part of Southern Texas. This is all I can do now, post a stupid entry to say, “I love…
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this is kinda about my upper body, but really i can’t find a pithy title. bear with me.
The other day I learned about two words I didn’t know could go together. Cashmere. Hoodie.
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blood lines
I don’t understand why they can’t market hair removal products to women without being utterly condescending. The worst is the Intuition, which instantly puts a Shakira song in my head anyway, but to add insult to injury, they also show these women who can’t handle holding a razor. It’s always flying across the room, soap…