Pamela Ribon is an author, screenwriter, actor, and Wonder Killer. This is her diary. Sort of.

 

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Wednesday, September 17, 2003

pam says: Meet my friend Jen 

I used to work with a girl back in Austin who was an intern/temp for a few months. She got engaged and asked me to be a bridesmaid. A long time ago I wrote an entry about how the girl had moved away and I didn't think I was her bridesmaid anymore, and then driving home from work I saw a congratulations sign on the Holiday Inn and realized that the wedding I was supposed to be a bridesmaid in was happening at that very moment, without me.

I frequently thought about Jen over the past few years, as she was one of the youngest friends I had ever made (in terms of the difference in our ages, which isn't really all that much but seemed like it at the time), and I felt we had really made a connection in the few short weeks we had known each other. Obviously she felt so too, since she asked me to be a part of her wedding.

The last I had heard she was wondering around Washington DC, wondering what was in store for her life in a new city, with a new husband. But I don't have to wonder about her anymore, because Jen has a journal.

pam says: hee. 

Jessica forced me to read Life of Pi, and I pretended that it was a survival manual, as if one day I might end up on a raft with a tiger. Therefore turtle shells being handy is information I need, Dan.

I did stop reading Generation X with only one chapter left to go. I didn't see the need to wrap-up any story, as there was none.

Dan: you dumped Friendster, you might as well toss Life of Pi in a public library donation bin. If you're still moping at page 200, it's only going to get worse for you... except in the the case of your personal reaction to this story, you might actually truly enjoy the ending.

dan sighs elaborately 

"Turtle shells were very handy." (p. 213)

pam says: welcome to tables. 

Because the fabulous Kim Reed is patient, she suggested a way to fix that problem many of you are having where the text disappears and then shoots way over to the right, or basically looks wonky depending on the browser you're using.

She suggested I convert the site to tables, which I think I've done. Is it looking good to you guys now, or did I just create a mess of new problems?

Notes from the Z-List 

New entry, per my sister's request.

For more information on being a frustrated screenwriter, but one who doesn't have to put the word "aspiring" before that, see stee's recent entry about "attrition".

in the pink 

Christine says very nice things about my book. I gave a copy to my gyno at my annual last week (as she did inspire the ending of the novel), and as I waited for her to come into the office, I flipped through the pages, wondering if any girl would end up reading that scene at an actual doctor's office, right before putting her feet in the stirrups. This is the closest I've seen.

I also recently saw the book on a friend's bedroom nightstand. Doesn't that seem terribly intimate? How many of you have I slept with now?

Blaine Watch, 2003 

Catriona writes:


Newest plan by national BBC radio station is to find out when medically he'd be most likely to be hallucinating, then have hundreds of volunteers (who have already texted in their interest in joining this madness) dressed up as him with comedy facial hair, suddenly appear under the box at that time. There is talk of hiring a Thames party cruiser to pass up and down below him too, with all the fake Blaines waving and hooting at him. Thought you might be interested


"Comedy facial hair" is the name of my fourth album (the comedy concept album, obviously). Blaine doesn't have much hair to mimic, does he?


Florida loves blogging 

Less than a month old, and already this blog is getting press. The Sun-Sentinel mentions Why Girls Are Weird in an article on blogging.

[thanks to Sarah for the link]

 

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