I'm Pam Newman.
I am awesome every day.
I was in this band. Now I'm in The Revenge of Ricky Williams. The New Band has a tumblr of its own. We rock pretty hard.
I write for BlackWednesday.org, you should check it out.
You can email me: oreobarbie@gmail.com And I have AIM: MiaMeiou I have a vimeo profile. Sometimes I paint

Pam is Awesome Everyday
I want to play a game
It’s called, “Your favorite movie”
This game is played by picking a terrible movie, and saying it’s someone elses favorite. They then respond with an even worse movie.
No reblogging your responses, because you have to show the picture of the movie. (Feel free to reblog for other reasons, I mean this is the internet, after all)
Movies that trump all, and are not allowed:
- Space Jam
- Kingdom of the Crystal Skull
That is all.
(This game can also be played with songs or bands, but for right now we’ll stick to movies. I’ll go first.)
Pan Woman - Alexander King
So Alexander King is my neighbor. He actually lives directly across the street from me.
He is from Trinidad so he has kind of an elegant version of that Miss Cleo accent, and he is such an artist, even in the way he speaks.
Alexander has kids my age, but he can totally get down. He loves life, and all that it has to offer.
Anyway, Alexander King’s prints (Including one of these) are going to be raffled off at the Midsummers Eve at Synchronicity event at the end of the month. Woo!
Your crazy religion stories make me lol, ya'll
I grew up in a house where we went to church in spurts. You know, like you crave a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for three weeks? Well we went to church for like 3 weeks, and then didn’t for years.
I have not attended church service in over 10 years. Maybe longer. Like I’ve been in churches for weddings, funerals and stuff, but I don’t do organized religion.
Or meth.
Yes, I do really live in Kentucky.
I was also told, “Don’t let those crazy people tell you that Jesus is god. Jesus is the son of god, but he is not to be worshiped like a god like those crazy people do.”
All Y-chromosomes are on notice today. Real talk.
The next guy that steps to me with some weak shit is getting wrecked.
Why is Kia Matthews not the queen of the internet? And who must I murder to ensure this happens?
It is fucking difficult to organize creative people.
If I wanted to throw a show consisting of lawyers or accountants, that shit would be easy.
Creative people evidently have no semblance of business, efficiency, or punctuality.
I want to stab myself in the fucking neck.
i’m a corporate banker with an artistic side. does that mean i’m perfect?
(note to corporate banker haters… i’m not the devil, i swear)
You’re either a badass mothafuckin’ leather jacket wearing salvador dali lovin’ devil-may-care coroprate banker, or you’re a prompt, efficiant, financially astute artist!
Either way, you win the game!
It is fucking difficult to organize creative people.
If I wanted to throw a show consisting of lawyers or accountants, that shit would be easy.
Creative people evidently have no semblance of business, efficiency, or punctuality.
I want to stab myself in the fucking neck.
An Open Letter to My Cancer
drew:
Hey Drew’s Cancer,
I’m sure you know who I am by now. I’m still getting to know you, actually. And you know what, you’re a real douche. But that’s ok. I’m not angry. Anger doesn’t solve anything.
You chose me to hang out in. Don’t know why, don’t care either.
Big mistake.
Your little friends have taken some wonderful people from us. You took my grandmother, and you tried to take my Dad. Not sure why. Don’t care either.
See, there’s a little thing that I have, that you don’t. It’s called Heart. Let me tell you a little bit about it. My heart won’t let me lose. To you, or to anything else. You can’t take my heart from me. Sure, you’ve forced me to take chemo, which will take my hair. It’ll make me sick. You’ll be giggling at me when I’m crying on my bed because my back hurts. But that’s ok. I’m going to get the last laugh :)
I don’t know exactly what you are, or how your posse decided to infiltrate my posse.
But my posse will win.
I’ll write to you from time to time, even though you can’t write back. I hope you’re afraid. And if you have some cancertwitter or canceremail, send this note to your friends:
“We are going to beat you. For good. And forever”
So enjoy this time. It won’t last. But we will.
Love,
Your worst nightmare Drew.
<3 <3 <3
I’m not trying to snark, Katie or anyone else.
I worry that being too overzealous about sexism in the workplace is that it leaves impressionable minds feeling like no matter how hard they try, there is a glass ceiling.
You can do whatever you want, ladies.
I was all like, “WHAT AN AWESOME LIST,”
Then:
100 Miley Cyrus Star; singer “Hannah Montana” (Disney Channel)
Hey Drew’s Cancer,