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Do you read these anymore?


So it's been about 5-6 years since I posted on this bad boy, and I thought I'd give it another go. So, what's happened since I posted last? Let's start with what has stayed the same. I apparently still start most of my sentences with "so," I still live in Philadelphia, and I'm still ridiculed on the Chio in the Morning Show.

What's new is that I graduated college (and one would think I would write better now; however the complete opposite is the case), I live in Manayunk as opposed to ultra-glamorous North Philly, and I know work for Wired 96.5 as opposed to intern for them. (Please save your "ooohs," "ahhhs," and applause until the end of the blog.)



I had an internship at MTV (this fall) and I worked as a PA for the New Year's Eve special. I'm on the air weekdays 3-5am and Friday nights 1-3am. I'm starting to rethink my career path and become jealous of my friends with real jobs and real salaries. I listen to Fergie, Jim Jones and Justin Timberlake (though I guess when I posted last I was being brought my first delivery or two of "Sexy").

That's about all that's new with me. What's new with you?

Attention: Random Teenage Girls

Who are you? How do you find me on MySpace? Why do you want to be my friend?

Does this happen to anyone else? For some reason, I have recently been inundated with friend invitations on MySpace from random teenage girls. There appears to be no pattern or correlation among these girls. They vary in age from 14 to 19, live in various parts of the country, and appear to have nothing in common other than their apparent adoration of yours truly.

Of course I approve these friend requests, seeing as how I am relatively new to MySpace and feel my number of friends is a quintessential quantization of my coolness. Maybe once I have over a million friends like Dance Cook I will overcome this inferiority complex. We can only hope and pray. Well, you can pray. I can just hope.

You Poor People!

It's been so long since I posted last! What have you been doing? Well, if you're reading this now then you obviously haven't hanged yourself, so that's good news. I do need an audience, after all.

I have been ironically busy during the summer, the supposedly lazy season. I'm taking a class, still working at Zara, and interning at Wired 96.5 where I'm affectionately known as "Seacrest the Gay Intern." Try to tune in when you can (6:00 - 10:00am); I've been on a few times now.

Other than that, nothing spectacularly new has been happening. I am slowly succumbing to the inevitable all-consuming wrath of MySpace, so I've been putting a little bit of time into that. If you're into that sort of thing, you can add me at myspace.com/davidkrieger (original, I know).

I'll leave it at that. I know any more than 4 paragraphs is really pushing it with you people.

Folks, Y'all Really Need to Work on Your People Skills

Ok, you know something's bad if I have to write about it in my blog. People: when I call you, call me back. It's that simple. It's a good skill to have. Being able to return phone calls, that is. It'll come in real handy in the future. Trust me. So if nothing else, just call me back for practice. Because apparently you need it.

Now I've Seen It All

As you may or may not know, I recently joined MySpace. I wouldn't recommend it; I hate it. I think it sucks. Big time.

Anyway, MySpace has a habit of publishing these God-awful banner ads inviting you to do some bizarre things. Some previous ads I've seen include "name the rapper" "shoot the bunny" and "outlift arnie." Today, however, I was instructed to "outknit saddam."

Yes, apparently now that Saddam is locked up, he has a lot of free time on his hands, so he's taken up a little knitting. And who is his number one competition? Oh, I bet you guessed it:
That's right, none other than Georgie Dubs himself. And of course they're not knitting scarves or sweaters; they're knitting national flags. Simply adorable. As tempting as this offer for a free ringtone was, I reluctantly declined. I only hope I don't live to regret it for the rest of my life.

Your Away Message Beats My Class

Well, I should rephrase. Checking your away message beats my going to class. And I suppose Frosted Mini-Wheats play a pivotal role in the matter, as well. In actuality, your away message is usually pretty terrible.

I've also noticed a pattern in the awfulness of away messages. If you're like me, you have almost 200 buddies on your list, none of whom you actually talk to. If you're also like me, you organize them into subgroups, such as "A List Buddies," "B List Buddies," etc. Well, as you might have guessed, the farther down on the list you go, the worse and worse the away messages and profiles are. It's quite an interesting phenomena. Maybe I'll write a book about it. It'd be called "Your Away Message Sucks: An Impartial Study on Why We Make Bad Away Messages."

Um, "Fuck You, Global Warming"?

Hi there. It's been a relatively long time since I've posted something. Nothing really has been happening. I mean, I could keep talking about how strange the weather's been, but they seems to get a little old after a while.

How about a little interactivity?? The question of the day post is:

Does putting sleigh bells in a song make that song a Christmas song? Tell me what you think!

If it does, then my favorite Christmas song is Coolio's "Rollin' With My Homies"