Tag: Los Angeles
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Hey, Pamie: “Someone Told Me My Idea Isn’t Good. Should I Listen?”
This has been sitting in the inbox for a while. My apologies. [readermail] Hi Pam, I attended your Chicks with Bics panel and we met briefly during the BBQ at the Austin Film Festival. Thank you very much for taking the time to speak on the panels and share your experiences, and also for taking…
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Dropping Names Like They’re Maiden
A couple of weeks ago I was having dinner with the smart and funny Linda Holmes. Linda was in town to cover the TCA’s, an annual two-week tv critic lock-in that sounds like the television equivalent of your dad forcing you to smoke a carton of cigarettes in a closet. It was her last night,…
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How I Might Have Just Become the Newest Urban Legend
[AUDIO NOTE: I performed this piece this past weekend at Anna David’s True Tales of Lust and Love (also starring Melissa Villasenor, Morgan Walsh, and Claire Titelman.) I highly recommend listening to this tale in all its mortifying glory — it’s better with the sound of an audience screech-laughing in horror. Here’s the link to…
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Hey, Pamie: “How Do I Move to LA?”
Today’s Weekly Procrastination (which couldn’t come at a better time on my procrastination schedule), fills me with anxiety.
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Tales from the Accidental Asshole: The Wine Tasting
I am not the best when it comes to names and faces. I will remember one or the other, but I cannot seem to put them together. And I’ve even tried the thing where you hear someone’s name and then you imagine them wrapped up in their name, like “Monica Berg” becomes a cheeseburger moaning…
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It’s Not That Scary: Shooting a Gun
I’m not sure how Jason got it into his head that I needed to shoot a gun. I know that he’s not the only person in my life who assumed I would enjoy such a thing. Chris Huff, a weapons expert, has wanted to take me to a shooting range for years. It’s only his…
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Don’t Worry That It’s Not Good Enough for Anyone Else to Hear.
It’s still tonight, so technically I’m still doing my update for today. And I will start it with the tail end of another fantastic email, one that might make you jealous with it’s geniusness. (At least it did for me.) Behold, Brett N’s contribution:
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I Didn’t Fall! (But I Almost Fell. Right When I Got to the Podium. (Forward!))
The book signing went well! By the end of the hour it looked like a Derby Gang had shown up to be my bodyguards, and perhaps their intimidating size could be the reason the place sold out my books before everybody got a chance to get a copy. Note to writers: get a gang. When…