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Neil Kramer explores the humorous side of family, friendship, love, and sex, and the dangerous art of writing about it.
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Monthly Archives: July 2010
The Passive-Aggressive Dentist
Several weeks ago, I had a dentist’s appointment. Sophia’s mother passed away that week, so I had to cancel. The dentist was not happy because he said “he was waiting for me.” I rescheduled for the middle of July. In … Continue reading
Holy Holy Elevator
It’s a little difficult publishing real-life posts lately, but I do enjoy fooling around with writing, mostly because it is relaxing, and I feel like a schoolkid doodling in a notebook. So consider this a doodle. Holy, Holy Elevator Oh … Continue reading
A Different Type of Pre-BlogHer Freak-Out Post
I feel weak and small. My emotions are big and strong, like the blazing sun on my shoulders. One false move and I’ll burn to dust. I’m not afraid of meeting new people. Or important people. I’m afraid of meeting … Continue reading
Flying Non-Stop
Vartan, my father-in-law, was taken to the hospital last week. The Cedars-Sinai Hospital emergency room was too busy at the time, so he was taken to a nearby hospital which is nowhere near the caliber of Cedars Sinai. Sophia was … Continue reading
The Temptation in the Hollywood Bar
I sat on the aged wood barstool of the classic Hollywood bar. The elderly bartender wore a red sports jacket. The only other patron was an attractive blond, mid-thirties, in a aqua green dress with spaghetti straps and fashionable sandals, … Continue reading
Master of My Internet Domain
This is truly pathetic. I had a dream last night about… being on Twitter. Not about climbing Mount Kilimanjaro. Not about walking with dinosaurs. Not about an orgy in a Parisian hotel room. No, typing dumb updates for strangers, limited … Continue reading
News Flash: Facebook is as Addictive as Twitter
Day One off Twitter was going pretty well. Why? Because there was still… Facebook. When I decided to test my resolve with Twitter, I wasn’t worried about Facebook because, unlike many of you, I’m not addicted to Facebook. I can … Continue reading
A Week Off Twitter
I decided last night to test myself by staying off Twitter for a week. I tried this experiment a few months ago and lasted two days. Am I really such a weak person? This morning, I was awoken at six … Continue reading
Pressing the Keys
Do you feel the energy as I peck with my finger. I know you are there. But does my voice linger? How do my words sound? What am I saying? Why do I do this? Is anyone paying? $$$ This … Continue reading



