Tag: Stee

  • Changing of the Guard

    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 […]

  • using flickr to send a note to mad.

    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 […]

  • 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 […]

  • brand new year’s eve

    Next stop on Pam Tour 2005: Monroe, Louisiana. Gonna go visit this family and this one. Many weeks ago we hatched the plan: surprise the Meat of Cheese (AKA Bitter Chris… or, post nuptials, just Chris) with a visit from pamie and stee. Welcome in our new year with old friends and auld lang blahblahblah. […]

  • Berkeley, Day One

    During take-off yesterday, VH-1 distracted me with Grease. Funny, since I’d ripped the theme song earlier that morning. I can only go so long without dancing and mouthing the words to the film, as it’s my favorite movie. I have tried to come up with something that sounds more like something you call your favorite movie, but […]

  • Jet Blue, Part II

    I’m in Connecticut. My cousin’s about to take me to the train station so I can get to Manhattan, where a shuttle will take me to JFK. I fly to Burbank, where I fetch my suitcase and check into a different airline that’ll take me to Oakland, to get to Berkeley. It’s going to take […]

  • Meet New York Pam.

    Leaving Los Angeles, I got a few tips on surviving New York during the holidays. I was told: 1. I’d need heavy clothes. An enormous coat I didn’t own. Lots and lots of layers and sweaters and basically I’d need to go buy a new wardrobe and a huge suitcase to put it all in. […]

  • fur and feet

    I wore a new sweater today, and it shed everywhere I went. I first wore it a couple of days ago, and I thought the little grey hairs on everything I owned were due to Taylor hanging out around my bag, which he does sometimes. But today I wore it all day and it was […]