Thursday, December 13, 2007

God's Country


One week from today, I will be here. Atop one of the most beautiful and challenging snow hills in the world - Vail Mountain. Well, in my humble opinion, at least. And the humble opinion of many professional skiers I know. 

For those of you who know me, you know that I get to enjoy this view at least once a year because my grandmother lives in Vail and we spend Christmas every year as a family with her in her home. Unfortunately, this may be one of the last years we are able to do this. So this year I have to make certain I don't take this rare and fortunate opportunity for granted and enjoy every minute I get to spend there to the fullest. 

So here's to you and yours, wishing you all a Merry ChristmaKwanzaKah. Or whatever Holiday you celebrate. Keep warm, try to enjoy a wood-burning fireplace somewhere, roast a marshmellow or hotdog or two, and get a little skiin' in if you have the means. Whatever you do, take a little time to tell the people you love how important they are to you. 'Tis the season, afterall...

Much love,

Pam

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Ashes by KT Tunstall

I am a pain in you're ass
And I'm wondering how long it's gonna last
Be my mirror, be my friend,
Be the workhouse of the energy
I twist your arm to spin

Everyday, like a power station
You know it isn't good
I know you're burning too much wood
Oh, and when you burn out
The twisted irony is
Your ashes come home to me
Come home to me

So we take a walk
To make some sense
And I'm wondering if you fancy my advance
I have pushed you
Way too far
And you say, "Fuck you, little princess!
Who the hell do you think you are?"

Everyday, like a power station
You know it isn't good
You know you're burning too much wood
But I said if you burn out
The twisted irony is
Your ashes come home to me
Come home to me
Come home to me

Yeah well your ashes come home to me
Come home to me
Come home to me

You know well the circus gonna have you on a fucking mantelpiece
The mantelpiece
The mantelpiece

Thursday, November 8, 2007

Ode To The Backbone


I'll start this one by saying, "Hello! I'm back, bitches. And whether you like it or not, I'm going to say what I want. Offensive or not. And the WGA strike can kiss my ass. This writer is back in action and I don't need to get paid to compose literature of substance."

That said, today's topic is: "Backbones: Do you have one?"

Of course, we are all born with spines. Well, most of us. Some of us have crooked ones or broken ones but the majority of homo-sapiens have perfectly solid backbones. Literally speaking. Unfortunately, such is not the case in the figurative sense.

Here are a few questions one could ask themself if they were in doubt that they possessed this figurative "backbone."

1. When someone walks all over you, do you allow it or do you buck up and tell them to f*ck off and get over themselves?

2. When you say you're going to DO something, do you just say it or do you actually DO it? (This does not refer to favors... this refers to real things like, I dunno, standing up for yourself.)

3. Do you have a group of people that would stand in front of a speeding train if they knew it would save your life? Being the one who would do that for others doesn't count. The point of being someone with backbone is that people respect you and would do the same for you.

4. Instead of dealing with problems directly, do you let them fester and say nothing in order to avoid conflict?

5. Do you think that if you actually do stand up for yourself it's considered fighting?

6. Do you constantly think that by rationalizing that the fact that other people consistantly bail on you is your fault you can ignore the fact that people only do what you let them get away with?

7. Do you think it's better to be seen as a pushover than an asshole and try to think of yourself as somewhere in between to avoid actually admitting that you're a pushover?

8. Do you find that complacency is the key ingredient to your sanity?

9. Do you start making lists of all the things you want to accomplish, get to #6, give up and think, "That's enough for now... plus I don't want to actually have to tackle the things that are really setting me back..."?

10. Is your idea of showing emotion to pout and say, "Hey now..." rather than saying what it is you REALLY want to say?

... and lucky number 11. Do you lack passion in your life????

If you answer yes to most or all of these questions, you may not have a backbone. And here's my solution.

Stop whining and take action. It's one thing to be understanding and sweet and a good friend, but after a while it gets boring. If you never do anything for yourself, no one else will want to do anything for you either.

So take a good look in the mirror, make a real list of the things you want to change about yourself, and do it. Take Nike's advice. JUST DO IT! Friends were not created to "kick your ass" but they were made to tell you you're being a giant schmuck when necessary.

In the meantime, the battle of the blogs is on hiatus. Gimme a call when your balls drop and we'll go from there.

Adieu.

Thursday, September 6, 2007

Lost in Translation???


About a mile up the road from Barton Springs in Austin is a local convenience store owned and run by a family of Middle-Eastern decent. And though their English is a bit sketchy, they've really tried to ingratiate themselves into the neighborhood by posting supportive messages about the Longhorns on their marquee sign. Unfortunately, I think their motivation got lost in translation somewhere... Gotta love 'em for tryin' though! HOOK 'EM HORNS!!!!

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Chaaaaanges!



Essentially, this is my new backyard. I am quite pleased about this, to say the least. Keeping my bank account in check while living in a place that offers a wide variety of ways to get yourself in finanical trouble... will be another story.

At any rate, this new development is great. However, I still kind of feel like I'm in a funk lately. What's new, right? I think it's partially just because it's a big transitional phase for me, but then again, isn't it always? I'm always going from one project to the next, one "big idea" to the next, and well... one guy to the next. Let's be honest. But the one thing I usually have to fall back on - my longtime dream of becomming a real live producer - seems to have kind of fallen by the wayside lately too. Maybe that's why I'm feeling lost these days. I really want to throw myself back into the project I was working on before things got crazy with work, the move, life - but it's proving to be harder than it looks.

I guess what matters is that I care enough to at least question it. Why is it happening? Or, rather, NOT happening? I think as soon as I'm settled into my cozy place at the beach I'll be able to ponder these things more fully and freely. If not I can always just lay in the sand and stare at the sky. If nothing else, maybe an asteroid will hit me in the head and knock some sense into me. Or Seagull poop. But as much as it would hurt, I'd hope for the former.

Until then, I'll just shut up and get back to packing. :)

Friday, August 10, 2007

RED HAIR!!!!!


Yay for Redheads. Blondes may have more fun, but Redheads are WILD AND CRAZY! Haha. Just wanted to post a pic of my new do. Have a great weekend!!!

Tuesday, August 7, 2007

Dear Upstairs Neighbors,


I'm sorry that your loser of a father cannot afford to buy - or even rent, for that matter - a house for you all to run around like crazed monkeys at all hours of the day and night. However, that is not my problem. My problem is that you are apparently unaware that you LIVE ABOVE SOMEONE and every single elephant-sized step you take, awful song you blast, or explosion-filled video game you play (at excessive volumes that are damaging to the ears of small children and animals) can be heard throughout my apartment as well as several others I am sure. And the fact that one of you is an amateur drummer (a horrible one at that) does not make matters better.

I have no quams with the fact that the patriarch of your family is obsessive compulsive and has to do a 360 degree spin before he stalks up the steps to your animal house. I don't even mind that you all dress like goth fucktards and skateboard around the courtyard smoking cigarettes and yelling profanities. I also don't give a rat's ass that you people are up 24 hours a day and take 15 showers in a bathroom with the loudest fan on earth at 2 hour increments. I'm actually a pretty easy-going gal. But I DO NOT condone the constant bass tones that flood my apartment while I try to eat, watch my television (at a reasonable volume) and sleep in PEACE. It's constant. And no amount of ceiling banging, loud shouting of "TURN IT DOWN FOR THE LOVE OF GOD," or evil looks in passing in the courtyard and garage seems to get my point across.

So here is what I propose: Either learn to co-exist peacefully and QUIETLY with your more than patient and understanding neighbors, or I will go American Psycho on your ass and butcher you all in your sleep while blaring tunes from the 1980s including Phil Collins and Whitney Houston.

Seems reasonable enough to me. And with that gesture, I bid you adieu.


*** And yes, I really did write this one. And you can actually find it under the "rant" section of Craigslist. I'm hoping someone will nominate it to go under the "best-of" section. Time will tell, my friends. Time will tell... ***