Pamela Ribon

Tag: Stee

  • We Need To Talk

    You and I. How should I put this? I’ve been thinking about this conversation for a while now. I want to know the best way to put it to you. Let me try and make it as simple as possible. When I first started this website, I worked for a computer company. Then I worked…

  • babbling while the coffee’s brewing

    Oh, so tired. I’m writing an entry because my last one had such a dirty word in it, twice, and whenever that’s at the top of the page I know that’s the day Mom settles down to catch up on some pamie.com. I don’t want to hear her tsking from three time zones away. But…

  • pamie.com Cool Kids, Take Five

    We’ve had close to two hundred donations in less than one week. Thank you so much for raising over seven thousand dollars for children in Kancheepuram. Based on the Rupee to dollar conversion, the goal is now $11,428 to have every child sponsored. (that’s four hundred dollars more than I thought it was. I’m not…

  • What Your Friday Night Is Missing.

    [readermail] The FILM PIGS are semi-proud to present: ALTERNATE DVD COMMENTARY. Download a commentary from our web site, rent the DVD, and play them together for an authentic movie going experience right in your own home! (Authentic, assuming you go to the movies and are amazed at what pieces of crap they are.) www.filmpigs.com For…

  • guts

    When I first see the cover of Haunted on Amazon, I have to close my web browser. It is truly disturbing. When I buy the book, I keep it face-down because it makes me so uncomfortable. Whenever stee sees it accidentally turned face-up he says, “Fix your creepy-ass book.” I start reading it in Toronto.…

  • take that, lluvy.

    My passport photo. Is. Hideous.

  • Scenes from my birthday party

    Scenes from my birthday party

    I wish I was watching all of my 21 Jump Street DVD episodes with Sars. Best moment of the pilot: when Johnny Depp gets really sad because he can’t stop thinking about his father, we watch him from outside his apartment window as he stares at a photograph of his father while soulfully playing the…

  • The Curviest Number

    So, I’m thirty. Today. “Drew Barrymore just turned thirty,” stee says from across the breakfast table. He’s got that tone — hesitantly trying to cheer me up. That’s how many people have approached me over the past week. “Soo…” they start. “Someone has a birthday…?” Like they expect me to stop them in the middle…

  • Dear Aspen…

    [readermail] Dear Eddie Izzard, Sorry I made an ass out of myself standing next to you on a staircase. See, Jessica really likes you, and I do, too, but I wanted her to see she was standing next to you. I’m sorry I kind of pushed her into you while you were trying to dial…

  • five.

    I can’t say I wish I had more time to write here, because I’m pretty happy with what is keeping me so busy right now. But it’d be nice to have more time here to write down what life has been like, mostly for me to have later (because this is supposed to be a…