Behold, my final interview as Hot Seat czar of Time Out New York. It’s been a good ten-month run, what with the questions about Paul Rudd’s penis shape and all. And who better to send me off than the actor (and expert blogger) Jorge Garcia.

Anyway. You’ll notice that my new space here at johnsellers.com is maybe not quite ready to roll. The sidebars are a tad threadbare. The “My Clips” section manages to be both over- and under-selective at the same time. And I have yet to figure out how to collapse the Perfect From Now On content at johnsellers.net into to the “My Book” section.

Still, it’s good to have a new home. And whenever I think about moving, The Pompatus of Love, co-written by Jon Cryer, comes to mind. The movie will always be the first I was paid to critique. When the review was published, in a 1996 issue of Time Out New York, the distributor seized on something I wrote to use as a pull quote for its promotional ads and posters the following week. Which explains how “In his screenwriting debut, Duckie delivers!” came to be slapped over Cryer’s face in New York City’s newspapers and subways.

Now I like to imagine that the distribution company conveniently chopped off the meat of the quote, and that I had instead written: “In his screenwriting debut, Duckie delivers an anchovy-laden turd pizza!” Alas.

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