I care deeply about Neil Kramer. Sometimes I think that I care TOO much. Except…
Now I am trying to figure out exactly where I fit into your list of “unknown blogger types” since you were kind enough to write about me on Blogebrity. I mean, I don’t drive a truck, am not an ambulance-chaser, am not of African-American descent, am not gay, don’t get enough sex to be a sex addict, and… and… HEY, WAIT A SECOND HERE… ARE YOU SAYING THAT I AM JUST PLAIN CRAZY?!? IS THAT WHAT YOU ARE TRYING TO SAY?!?
Oh well that’s just great! I mean, I always knew I had issues… but I always thought that made me “quirky” or “wacky” or even “eccentric”… but now I find out that I’m “just plain crazy!”
Well thanks a lot Neil Kramer!
No, seriously, thanks. It explains so much! I thought that EVERYBODY had voices in their head telling them that they are a god… now I know it’s just me and that Cowboy guy. I AM NOT ALONE!
Bless you Neil Kramer! May the flaming monkeys in my dreams forever watch over you and your taco salad.
I hope you know that there are more of us in the blog-o-sphere who care for you, Neil, than don’t. And that’s a nice little blessing during this holiday season, isn’t it? Lots of love for you, Sophia, and Momma Kramer from (I almost said Cleveland!) San Diego! 🙂
I hadn’t even heard of blogebrity or that whole scene until you linked it here. Now I’ve gone surfing over to our friend Cowboy, and may I say, lame? You know, insults just lose their bite with me when the originator of said insults can’t distinguish between your or you’re.
That being said, I think it’s time for you to interview a woman for blogebrity. Ahem. 😉
I care! I think it’s marvelous that you’re famous enough to be a target of hating, Neil. A musician friend of mine keeps the really bad reviews of his stuff along with the really good, because you have to matter to someone a lot to have them “hate that song.” Happy Everything, Neil.
Great post, Neil. It takes such patience to respond to such high school drama with well-reasoned and insightful argument. It’s what I learned best in high school. Did I mention that I hated high school? High school is why I decided that I definitely did not want to be a lawyer. I just want to write. Is that too naive?
Neil Kramer has been writing about his life online since 2005. He has worked for Disney and HBO. Neil lives in NYC. You can contact him at neilochka on yahoo.
Have a lovely, fun and cozy festive weekend there! May there be many many happy returns in this merry season.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
Cheers!
I care.
And I adore your blog!
AWESOME response on Blogebrity. Happy Hanukkah and the best to you and yours dear.
Very true, great post.
I care deeply about Neil Kramer. Sometimes I think that I care TOO much. Except…
Now I am trying to figure out exactly where I fit into your list of “unknown blogger types” since you were kind enough to write about me on Blogebrity. I mean, I don’t drive a truck, am not an ambulance-chaser, am not of African-American descent, am not gay, don’t get enough sex to be a sex addict, and… and… HEY, WAIT A SECOND HERE… ARE YOU SAYING THAT I AM JUST PLAIN CRAZY?!? IS THAT WHAT YOU ARE TRYING TO SAY?!?
Oh well that’s just great! I mean, I always knew I had issues… but I always thought that made me “quirky” or “wacky” or even “eccentric”… but now I find out that I’m “just plain crazy!”
Well thanks a lot Neil Kramer!
No, seriously, thanks. It explains so much! I thought that EVERYBODY had voices in their head telling them that they are a god… now I know it’s just me and that Cowboy guy. I AM NOT ALONE!
Bless you Neil Kramer! May the flaming monkeys in my dreams forever watch over you and your taco salad.
Hey, I care about Neil.
Bring in the black helicopters, radiation detection devices, NSA cell phone tracking computers — we will have the dirt on Douche in no time.
I care too.
What a jackass that Cowboy guy is. Pfft. Idiot.
I care, dammit!
I care too, Neil! 🙂 That was a fantastic post! Happy Holidays to you and yours!
:-)3T
This crazy, kitten loving, sex-addicted, gay,african american, truck-driving housewife cares about Neil Kramer (now will you come read my blog?)
Me, too! Me, too!!
Happy Hanukkah!! (I cut-and-pasted so I would spell it correctly, as to not offend your Hebrew sensibilites.)
I hope you know that there are more of us in the blog-o-sphere who care for you, Neil, than don’t. And that’s a nice little blessing during this holiday season, isn’t it? Lots of love for you, Sophia, and Momma Kramer from (I almost said Cleveland!) San Diego! 🙂
I care!
Is this a rhetorical question?
I care too!
Chag Sameach! 🙂
Hey, you know I care – i dedicated my post to you! Screw em I say – imitation is the sincerest form of flattery – Happy Hanukkah, Neil!
Happy Hanukkah Neil! And I care! Great response in Blogebrity!
I hadn’t even heard of blogebrity or that whole scene until you linked it here. Now I’ve gone surfing over to our friend Cowboy, and may I say, lame? You know, insults just lose their bite with me when the originator of said insults can’t distinguish between your or you’re.
That being said, I think it’s time for you to interview a woman for blogebrity. Ahem. 😉
A blog is what you make it, as we all know. We all have reasons why we blog, cathartic or otherwise. I never see it as a place to judge.
Am I just that naive?
I care about Neil Kramer. Happy Hanukkah, Happy Holidays, Happy New Year!! Wishing you and yours peace and love.
I care! I think it’s marvelous that you’re famous enough to be a target of hating, Neil. A musician friend of mine keeps the really bad reviews of his stuff along with the really good, because you have to matter to someone a lot to have them “hate that song.” Happy Everything, Neil.
Great post, Neil. It takes such patience to respond to such high school drama with well-reasoned and insightful argument. It’s what I learned best in high school. Did I mention that I hated high school? High school is why I decided that I definitely did not want to be a lawyer. I just want to write. Is that too naive?
Thank you for all the nice comments here and Blogebrity, although now I feel a little embarrassed about the whole thing.
I do!