Category Archives: from the Blogger archives

I go to a lot of shows. I go to enough shows that I get the feeling that my hearing ain’t so great…which is ironic as that means that I won’t be able to enjoy said shows forever. But you … Continue reading →

have y’all heard of this “Twitter” thing? It’s cuh-raaazy! I just got used to the idea of “microwaves” cooking my food for me and now this? I kid. But as I was twittering, after being sucked into facebook for an … Continue reading →

From: Van Sent: Monday, March 16, 2009 3:44 AMTo: David KleemanSubject: Flight David, I’m probably going to miss my flight. I left my wallet at home and had to go back and retrieve it. So i will take the next … Continue reading →

Did I tell you I was in a band? I’m in a band. We’re awful. Or honestly and more correctly I’m awful, and I’m fairly certain that that’s not just self-deprecation. I’m the lead singer and lead guitar, though. This … Continue reading →

I watch a lot of hulu. Like an embarrassingly large amount. Which wouldn’t be so bad if I didn’t watch a lot of TV…but I do. At least I feel like I do. And everything I watch is crap as … Continue reading →

I’m desperately boring.

I knew it was too good to be true. After working 16-18 hour days including nights, weekends, and holidays for the past several weeks, I was stunned to suddenly be done (done!) at 3AM last night and woke up today … Continue reading →

There was a time not so long ago, still within the vague reach of my spotty and age-addled memory, when I used to have a life. I went out all the time, worked on losing my hearing at what the … Continue reading →

I wax philosophic pretty much constantly, but especially at night. I had a vague recollection of writing one of my good friends an e-mail in reply to her asking me, almost literally, “What’s up?”. In checking my sent items this … Continue reading →

I don’t think there has been a movie since Schindler’s List that has made me appreciate life as much as Slumdog Millionaire. In retrospect, I wonder what that says about me. That I need a celluloid representation of a meaningful … Continue reading →