Author: Glenn Hauman

From email:

We opened a three-question Presidential Poll on GreatBoyfriends.com late last night, and left voting “open” thinking it would be unbiased that way. But our co-founder, E. Jean Carroll, who’s also the advice columnist at ELLE Magazine, was being interviewed on FOX News around 12:15 today, and just happened to mention the Poll.

Well, hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of people watching FOX came over to our little website and voted… and you would think the whole COUNTRY is going to vote for Bush. Are they??? That one little mention seems to have thrown the numbers that had been accumulating “normally” ALL out of whack.

We don’t want to demand that anyone login, register, and we’re not restricting voting just to our members so that they can remain anonymous.

Does anyone have any ideas how we can get some publicity to encourage a more representative range of viewers to take the poll at www.GreatBoyfriends.com ?

Thanks for your input,
Cande

Cande@GreatBoyfriends.com
www.GreatBoyfriends.com

Now, I’m sure that some of you folks will be happy to spread the word to correct this sampling bias, right?

Round up the usual suspects, because it’s your tax dollars in action– Keith Olbermann has a blog of his own. Welcome aboard.

Pirates & Emperors. Enjoy. I did.

In an interesting display of troll-bait, one of the more regular posters to the comment sections complains that the site is a bit incoherent, noting that I seem to jump from topic to topic without rhyme or reason.

First, I suppose I know how Peter felt when he first heard of John Byrne’s reaction to his column.

Second– yes, this blog covers a lot of ground. So do I.

I have a patent pending. I co-hosted a radio show when I was in high school. I write science fiction. I’m a superb hypnotist. I’ve lectured at universities, trade shows, and conventions. I took art lessons from John Buscema. I’m a reverend in the Church of the SubGenius. I was an original plantiff in ACLU vs. Reno. I play guitar and can fake my way on the piano. The last business I incorporated sold for $85.6 million. I’ve presented papers at the same conference as Camille Paglia. I wrote some of the first e-publishing contracts ever, language of which are still the standard today. I’ve professionally retouched pictures for adult magazines. My family owned horses that ran in the Kentucky Derby. The New York Observer called me “a young Turk of publishing”. Crain’s NY Business called me a “Silicon Alley Veteran”. I have returned verbal fire to Harlan Ellison comparing out respective heights and lived. I pitched for the DC Comics softball team. I’m a registered Republican. I conducted the first retail transaction done completely over the Internet. I’m working on the revival of some beloved comics characters from the 80s. I’ve met thousands of interesting people and had many good times and shared many weird stories with them. And this week, I’m revising leases, writing a new blog for a web company, designing websites, coloring comic book pages, collecting items for a non-fiction book, indexing a fictional encyclopedia, cataloging items for auction, and building a better mousepad.

The only constant thing in the above list is about 6’6 and has a beard. I’ve led, and continue to lead, an eclectic life. Deal.

And remind me at some point to go into detail on those items above. There are some tales to tell.

The Del Close Chronicles

“Every interpersonal situation has a solution in which everyone wins.”

I spend a lot of time griping about having missed out on being an Internet millionaire a few times now. But I think I’m going to try and stop– I just got an email from a man named Pete Best.

So, where were you last Saturday…?

“There are only two problems in life:
(1) You know what you want, and you don’t know how to get it;
and/or
(2) You don’t know what you want.” –Steven Snyder

For all the folks who were asking, this is what I’ve been told:

The good news is that his speech and word comprehension are WAY up. It really is amazing the difference a couple of weeks made– he’s not stuttering or searching for words anymore–his speech is pretty much back to normal. (Mixed blessings.) Andrew had about 50% of the tumor removed in surgery. Since it grew an additional 60% in the 2 weeks before the surgery, the remaining tumor is about 80% of the original. Unfortunately, they took some brain cells Andrew would have preferred to keep. They also put radioactive slivers into the remnants of the tumr, which will either cure him or turn him into a super-villian. He’s out of the hospital (for a while now, actually) and back at his dad’s place.

The bad news is that Andrew can’t read.

Yup. It sucks.

Andrew wanted me to tell everybody that he’s basically okay (relatively speaking) and appreciates the support. But when he doesn’t e-mail anyone, he’s not ignoring you, he just can’t read at the moment (or
write either, I suppose), and that until further notice, his e-mail address is functionally useless.

So skip the get-well cards with the Borders gift certificates in them. (Guess he’s watching the dubbed Japanimation rather than the subtitled stuff these days.) In the meantime, pick up the phone if you want to talk to Andrew, ’cause God only knows, he can’t read your letters.

I’m going to be posting a lot more stuff on here, intentions being to get the things out of my head so I can go off and do some productive work– and so this stuff will instead live on the Internet and come back to haunt and embarass me years down the line.

Expect a flurry of posts in the next few days, including some interesting comic book-related gossip.

* And you thought this was going to be a post about shrillness in political dialogue? Hah! For that, go here.