January 29, 2009

Activating Melanie

The Case for Settling: Melanie really, really loves romantic comedies. No, like, really. But it's causing some inner turmoil now that she's noticed some romantic comedies say she's not the kind of girl you're supposed to choose in the end. Click the cute little "HQ" in the lower right hand corner of the clip to watch in High Quality.

(Topics include: love, movies, loving movies, adult acne, Kate Hudson, and a goodbye to Samantha Who?, Season Two.)

Posted by pamie at 7:04 AM |

January 24, 2009

Noah and the Whale

I know, this place is becoming some kind of video blog. It's because I'm having to write lots of words elsewhere (and I'm not just talking about the addictive Twitter account). The deadlines are approaching, time is marching on, and soon it'll just be me and this laptop again. So, you know, I'll see you soon.

Posted by pamie at 3:02 PM |

January 21, 2009

Woo-Hoo! Los Angeles Derby Dolls Season Begins!

Awesome promo video, featuring Iron Maiven, Janis Choplin, Haught Wheels, and other lady-objects of my affection.

Get your tickets online here. Please! We can't skate without you!

Posted by pamie at 12:19 PM |

January 19, 2009

Some Advice, from My Favorite Seven-Year-Old

Dear President Elect Obama,

Congratulations on winning the election. Here are some things you can do to help our country. You can make new rules like you have to be at least thirty-eight years old to be in the army. Also, you can stop the war by breaking the enemy's guns and cannons. Tell people to donate to charity and to help the poor. Health insurance and medicine should be a lower price. Also, please lower gas prices.

From,

Jackson Kelman

[J&J;, your letter is coming. I didn't forget!]

Posted by pamie at 8:41 PM |

January 15, 2009

Activating Robin

Robin, she of the Abraham Lincoln sweatshirt, explains why she has some serious boundary issues. Pamie tries to get her to hug it out.

(Apologies for crappy webcam quality. Let's pretend it's 1999!)

(It sort of looks better if you click the video, let it take you to You Tube, and then click "High Quality." I don't know; I feel like that's a scam.)

Posted by pamie at 10:25 AM |

January 8, 2009

Activating Annie

This week: Annie got activated when we started talking about women who are obsessed with creating the perfect birth "experience."

Posted by pamie at 9:58 AM |

January 6, 2009

What I Do Miss About the Holidays

Just about everything.

And this:

I was only in Los Angeles for the night. I dropped my suitcase at home, drove to Hollywood and rocked it with my fake rock band until the wee hours. Dana closed out the night as only she can. Props to Josh, Sarah, Scott, Allison and Buster for the background.

Posted by pamie at 12:06 AM |

January 5, 2009

What I Don't Miss About the Holidays

These people, who was I trapped between for a flight from Burbank to New York.

See, she needed the aisle because she constantly had to pee. That's what she told me when I sat down. He needed the window because he wanted to take pictures. That's what I figured out when he couldn't stop taking pictures of the wing. What they failed to mention was that they were going to yell at each other the entire flight. Here, they argue over an incredibly fragrant breakfast burrito.

Posted by pamie at 11:04 PM |

January 4, 2009

My Only New Year's Drunk Dial Was From My Soberest Friend.

Normally, Dave Cole does not drink. In fact, until the last few hours of 2008, I believe he'd never touched a drop. The Power of Anna Beth worked again (see: everything anybody has ever done that wasn't their idea and might not have been the best idea but made everyone else happy), so at her suggestion, Dave and Tara decided to split a bottle of champagne for their New Year's Podcast.

But before the podcast, there was Dave's drunk post, which let us know we were in for some fun:

Tara just said that people are facebooking my drunk dials. They don’t know the historical signifcance of what just happened. It was the interrsection of awesome and me and drinking. One day Pamie will be sad she wasn’t around to take the call. Pamie was probably out making a skirt.

Oh, and don't forget the wonderful Sisqo-riffic tweet.

I had my iPhone plugged into the stereo, so I missed Dave's calls. Yay for voicemail.

The next day, after the podcast was posted, the group of friends I was with gathered 'round the computer in a bedroom to sit and listen to the entire thing, like it was our favorite old-timey radio program. Thanks for that, Cole/Arianos. Tara, also normally sober at all times, didn't get nearly as "wasted" as Dave did. But oh, Dave. Dave's laugh was so infectious that I was laughing along with him, and soon both of us were making that snarf-honk at the exact same time.

To be honest, once we first read Drunk Dave and heard the voice messages, we felt guilty for ever making Dave and Tara think that they were missing out on drinking, that we were having fun they hadn't had before. For days before the podcast, we all tried to come up with the best way for the two of them to imbibe without suffering the repercussions of alcohol. We suggested how to drink the champagne, at what time, with what food. There was so much science involved, it was like we were helping two people get to the moon.

Hearing Drunk Dave made all of us stop for a second and think, "This is my fault, isn't it?"

The thing is, I've met Drunk Dave before. Hour three of any kind of game night, Dave gets loopy. Maybe it's the candy, maybe it's the late hour, but when Dave goes from Normal to Silly, it's really not that different from Dave on two mimosas. This is the man who once -- completely sober -- halted our Mullendash game with awe-inspiring silliness. He took the honey from Tara's tea setting, spread it all over his mouth and announced: "I've got Honey Lips!"

And then he laughed and laughed, breathless and honking, until Tara said, "Well, I think it's time we all went to bed."

Sober. Honey Lips was sober. Drunk Glark, as wonderful as he is in those thirty-second chunks of giddy, is just Tired Glark without anyone stopping him. Drunk Glark has an "excuse!"

But I'm very honored to be his favorite Superfriend.

Posted by pamie at 10:57 AM |

January 2, 2009

File Under: Oddly Satisfying

I know it's weird and obsessive, but if I'm flipping through a magazine and there's a photo of a bookshelf, or if I'm watching television and one is in the background during an interview, I'm going to stop paying attention to everything else in order to read the spines of the books. I can't help it. If a scene takes place in a bookstore, I end up missing the dialogue so I can find out if the art director used real or fake books for the set. I read the books behind professors in documentaries, often missing the entire sound bite. I'm usually looking to see if I've read the same books, or if I know someone who has written one of those books, or if, you know, the off chance that I wrote the book.

Yesterday, it happened. I'm looking through the West Elm catalog. Page three, stacked on the bookshelf in the corner: Bookmark Now. How cool is that?

Posted by pamie at 9:02 AM |