Press

I love contributors pages. Here is are some blurbs:

  • Out -- I learned my lesson about talking to reporters after this one.

  • Experience -- I can't remember when I was writing a novel about "plus-size" fashion.

  • Maisonneuve: February/March, 2004 (what kind of drink are you?); August/September, 2005 (what's your favorite drinking game?) -- I like their contributors pages, because it's always a strange question. Not all of them are about drinking.

  • Maisonneuve.org -- It's a little out of date (it was written when I was the theater guy, and now I'm a film guy), but it's nice and cheeky.

A couple profiles have been written about me. Both in 2001, the worst year of my life, when I had four jobs, a divorce, and that terrorist attack.

  • The New York Observor -- Back when I was a Guinness World Records judge, I was cool. Okay, not really. But I dined out on the story for years. Unfortunately, their charicaturist was smoking crack that week.

  • Cincinnati Magazine -- Because of the Guinness thing, I was semi-famous for a day. Someone back home wanted to put me in Cincinnati, but I'd already left for Teen People. The reporter got basically everything wrong. Which isn't ironic at all, because that place was wrong, wrong, wrong.

Over the years, I've had some hate mail problems.

  • Back in the day--when I was 16--I wrote a letter to The Cincinnati Enquirer in favor of the Robert Mapplethorpe exhibit. I received some lovely, semi-literate threats in the mail. There's the nearly poetic "Drop dead!" letter, the one about how "my precious freedoms" get little girls murdered, a card about how I'm "pushing my values upon others" that has more logical holes than a George W. Bush speach, and, finally, a signed letter (from Josh M. Ferrell) about how I'm some sort of America-hating loon.

  • When Pope John Paul 2 died and they elected the most-evil Cardinal Ratzinger to the papacy, I was at tad pissed. So I blogged about it. And a lady named Monika Bialas did not like what I had to say. To say the least. I describe the interaction in this blog post; scroll down a little.

  • When I decided to engage a bitter wannabe writer, all hell broke loose.

  • In the spring of 2006, I wasted a couple weeks reading psycho right-wing blogs. Foolishly, I left comments on some of them. Hilarity did not ensue. The blog about the dark time in my life is here, from there you can find all the hate.