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If I could swallow the soul of one other blogger and adopt their style, their genius, and their commitment to writing, I would swallow the soul of Pamela Ribon. (I guarantee that’s gonna get quoted out of context and end up sounding worse than it already does.) In case any of you haven’t checked out her site yet, Pamie writes for television, writes novels after hours, and still finds the time to blog like mad. It blows my mind, not just the sheer content, but the quality. If all she did was blog I’d still respect the shit out of her.

What makes good blogging so hard is that our lives are fundamentally boring. Maybe at first you can tell all the good stories you’ve been thrilling friends and colleagues with over the years, but by the time those are blown you’re generally just talking about how you made a nice ham sammich the other night and sacked out with nine episodes of Veronica Mars. When all the flash is gone we’re left with mundane substance, how we fill up our days, and while most of us are embarrassed of it, or too bored to catalogue it, Pamie embraces it. Which is not to say that she lives a dull life; there are book tours, toe-fetish ‘fan letters,’ sake bombs, and very filthy discussions involving a donkey, but her day-to-day life is no less compelling than the big events are. She shares everything. She’s an unabashed diarist, and I’d love to be the same.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Her writing does just suck you right in, doesn't it?

I'm officially hooked. Thanks.

:-)
Anonymous said…
Dude,

I think you are not giving yourself enough credit.

Even though you don't post every minute, you do have great work here.

Take, for instance, the line about "a nice ham sammich". Classic funnay.

Your writing style is entertaining and intelligent.

Pamela's writing is pretty incredible (I visit her blog infrequently, but when I do, I usually depart with a smile). However, in my humble opinion, you don't need to swallow as much of Pammie's soul as you think.

Now I, on the other hand, need help.
Anonymous said…
You two (Dave and Jorge) remind me of those women who say "I look so fat" just so their man will say, "no, you look beautiful".

;-)
Anonymous said…
As long as I'm the man, I have no problem with that.
Jay said…
Courtney, you just made my day.
Anonymous said…
courtney, you are so right.

You've nailed it completely.

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