A "hare"-owing adventure with Bunny, Maiken the baby and Pallo the dog.

when I am a famous rock star which songs will I cover? Does anyone else ever ponder that question or am I alone on this? Think about it. I'd like to know your thoughts. It is irrelevant whether any of us will ever be famous rock stars...the point is to be prepared just in case.

I have many, many songs...mostly by men because I like the gender-bending that happens when a woman sings a song usually associated with a man. Although right now my song du jour is a country song by Jo Dee Messina called "Bring on the Rain." She has a lot of attitude in it and I would love to rock out with it. I share the lyrics here:

Another day has almost come and gone
Can’t imagine what else could wrong
Sometimes I’d like to hide away somewhere and lock the door
A single battle lost but not the war (‘cause)

Tomorrow’s another day
And I’m thirsty anyway
So bring on the rain

It’s almost like the hard times circle ‘round
A couple drops and they all start coming down
Yeah, I might feel defeated,
I might hang my head
I might be barely breathing - but I’m not dead

Tomorrow’s another day
And I’m thirsty anyway
So bring on the rain

I’m not gonna let it get me down
I’m not gonna cry
And I’m not gonna lose any sleep tonight

Tomorrow’s another day
And I’m thirsty anyway
So bring on the rain

PamsterWheel topic of the moment: Fixed pixel width versus variable width layout.

Any thoughts?

The pamster herself playing her mountain dulcimer and singing before a sold out crowd of captivated fans. Check back with The Pamster Wheel for tour updates and information.

Who will save me from myself?
(Is that a song lyric?? Anyone know? If so, please hum it for me.)

Pam with Inflatable Ring
circa 1974

MySpace. YourSpace. We all scream for MySpace.

To my devoted fans,

I have space on MySpace. I knew you would want to know. Please visit me there too. Join my modest, but growing, friend list. See never before seen photos of the pamster herself. Send me an e-mail. Write me a poem. Whatever you do, make yourself at home at my space: http://www.myspace.com/thepamsterwheel

Love, Pamster Pam

Mel Gibson. Is he anti-Semitic? Of course. The real question is--when he says he is not anti-Semitic, to whom is he lying? Is he lying to us or to himself?

I am so glad that I am not famous. Sorry Mel, the world is watching.

Bubbles terrified as cats continue to pose a threat during descend.

Bubbles all over the Philadelphia region are meeting this week to develop a strategy to fight what they are calling the single largest threat to their kind in history. Large furry cats have organized in numbers to prevent the bubbles from hitting the floor. A spokesbubble for a local chapter of bubbles stated in a press conference on Monday, "it is hard for us. Our lives are so brief as it is. Almost as quickly as we are formed, we face our death on the carpet. It is our whole life they are taking from us. It must be stopped." As of this writing, a spokescat was not available for comment.

Bubbles beware! Bubble-attacking cats loose in Philadelphia. We will continue to provide updates on this frightening situation as it develops. Stay tuned.

For my birthday last week I received two gifts that have considerably changed my life. The first is an iPod nano which I will have to write more on later and the second is a pair of Nike sneakers with two Nike/iPod pieces (one for the sneakers and one for the iPod). I'm not quite sure what this piece is called that plugs into my iPod, but it connects to an electronic device in my sneakers that tells my iPod (and then later my computer, my online Nike account and who knows whom else) the miles I have run in a particular workout, the time it took, the pace and some other important things about my workout. When I go online to my Nike account I can view the pace per mile, view various graphs that display the course of my run and where my lags were, be reminded of which music I chose to listen to and compare all of my runs to see best times, longest distances, et cetera. The result is a near obsession of improving with every run. I have had this Nike component less than a week. Already I have run with this thing three times representing 12.47 miles and averaging 8'27" per mile. The last run's mile pace was 8'15". At first glance it might seem like a healthy tool to encourage my running and to help me improve. At second glance I see it for what it is--an obsession. The rigor and energy devoted to my workouts is feeling more and more like Olympic training and less and less like the casual jogs used to keep me fit and clear my head.

There is a woman in my iPod who gives me status updates as I run and then congratulates me when I finish. I consider her my personal coach and disappointing her would be unfair. After all she has stuck with me. Been there at every turn and step. She believes in me. The best I can do is run faster and faster with every workout. I imagine she is sitting beside me as we pour over the post-run data. Analyzing each mile, wondering if a better playlist might increase my speed and ultimately committing to a better run next time. Where is this going? If I don't get the gold in the next Olympic games, she and I are going to be sorely disappointed. It is what we are working for. What we expect.

The strange thing is that I have never been this competitive or driven even when I was running competitive high school track, doing triathlons in my mid-twenties, or even when I run the occasional road race. I have found a partner in this strange device. A plastic, electronic piece and some software that has pushed me harder than any teacher, coach, friend or running buddy. And it never says, "work harder" or "run faster." All it does is simply tell me what I have done. I fill in the rest.

I don’t know how much faster I can go. And I’m not sure what will make me ease up on my training regimen. Stay tuned…