Pamela Ribon

Tag: Writing

  • OutKast: Idlewild

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  • See?

    See?

    Look how important it is to me that I sign his boots the right way. Look at the tension in my free hand saying, “This man is going to see what I wrote every time he looks down. I’d better make it count.” I signed them, “Keep asking questions.” But judging from his Q&A personality,…

  • This Just In

    [readermail] From: amanda.xxxx@xxxxxx.com Subject: your blog You’re not funny. You are an intolerant, ignorant “ugly American,” and it’s people like you that give the rest of us a bad name. With loud-mouthed people like you, it’s no wonder so many foreigners can’t stand us. Nice try with the observational humor, but you’re just plain not…

  • because i feel stuff.

    To put it mildly, I’ve been dealing with an overabundance of feelings. Apparently this is all very healthy and normal, and I’m handling it with the closest I can come to grace. “Grace,” for me, is crying until snot falls, flailing around my bed like an angry pre-teen, whining to any friend who will listen…

  • hmm.

    hmm.

    I have been trying to talk myself into buying a new computer, because this one is getting slow, and all of the keys have worn off with the thousands of words I type every day, and basically this machine has been attached to my hip since May of 2004, but having seen what happens when…

  • hey, look at that.

    hey, look at that.

    I never know how to approach the booksellers. I end up saying, “Hi, I wrote this. Do you want me to sign your stock?” It sounds so dumb when I say it, but I’m not sure what else to say. “Hi, I’ll write my name in each of these, because I really want you to…

  • this is a blurb.

    “Ribon’s newest novel is hilarious and heartfelt. Why Moms Are Weird tackles the absurd morass of family with joyful wit and brutal honesty. I barrelled through this book.” — Jill Soloway, writer and co-executive producer of Six Feet Under, and author of Tiny Ladies In Shiny Pants. I like that blurb. Did you link to my…

  • more post-mortem

    I feel pretty lucky that the only time Ned ever called me on stage to introduce me to the live audience was to do an impression of a woman eating nachos, and it was between segments. Poor Irwin made it into clip show.

  • post mortem

    Friday was our last day of the second season (Season Three, coming to you at the top of next year). Many of us lingered around the office, sitting near our boxes of things, as nobody knows who will be back or when that would be. “We should be skipping out of here,” Irwin said. “And…

  • making friends

    I’m supposed to be writing something that’s due very soon, which means all I want to do is write the blog entry that’s been sitting in my head for a week. I’ll get this out, and then I can go over to Word and finish the outline for the new novel. I procrastinate work with…