Pearls of Wisdom from Pacione

On the topic of fan-fiction:

One thing I will say in the planning process of Tabloid Purposes V — there will be a whole new load of topics I have yet to step into and the community who wrote Sliders fan fiction are the ones I am going to invite to submit original stories to this anthology. I discovered that could be an untapped source for writers.

As much as he professes to hate fan-fiction and people who write it, he gets over his qualms when he realizes he hasn’t yet exploited them. Fresh blood.

More on the topic of fresh blood:

The delivery of this story was inspired by Kevin Lucia, author of The Way Station.
The fact I get to work with Lucina on a future anthology I am putting together. This guy is very damn good at what he does and for him to get his start on an anthology that is $13 well spent, it is an honor.

Translation: a guy who writes better than I do hasn’t heard of my reputation and run for the hills, yet (*squee*). Pity the fool. Nicky’s found himself another sucker.

Regarding TPV:

Tabloid Purposes V will have its guidelines drawn out by Christmas 2007, and this will be the most epic of the guidelines yet because I need to draw out the storyline for it.

What storyline? Guidelines are guidelines. This is insane. Nicky uses no storyline for his stories, but insists on having one for his guidelines?

On the topic of his old old room mates:

The other room mate and I didn’t deserve the verbal abuse that she did — she was mentally abusive on me. The fact she dangled the threat of having me committed over my head on a regular basis, where I really think she’s the one that needs to be committed. The fact I made the remark saying, “She could be replaced.” Meaning, I was borderline kicking her out and interviewing another room mate to fill her leash slot.

Yes, folks, the lease was in his name, he was ready to kick out Crazy Michelle, and interview new room mates. Lewis Carroll couldn’t have made up anything this fantasy-filled.

The source for this intelligence wishes to remain anonymous. I have, however, verified with a secondary, unimpeachable source, that the above quotations are indeed from Mr. Pacione.

Pants on Fire

From Pacione’s November 3 entry, we have this.

She’s reading between the lines about wanting to sue me for libel; I didn’t even mention her by name once.

On October 16, Pacione wrote in part:

This is a rightous anger Michelle,  the kind of anger that comes when you steal money from the sick for their medicine.  That’s right people  — Michelle Russo steals from the sick.

Oh no — Pacione never mentioned her name.  His nose grows longer every day.  This is proof positive that he has reading comprehension problems, even when it comes to his own blog entries.

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“Crazy” Michelle Russo

There appears to be some confusion among some of my readers about who Michelle Russo is.  She’s Pacione’s former roommate from the apartment in Justice who kicked him out after he stopped chipping in for rent and utilitites.  She and the other former roommate, Shawn Borri (who owns Edison Records), are part of the Chicago Goth scene that Nicky so desperately wants to join.

Unless I’m confusing her with someone else, she also goes by Christina Death 1334, and Fallen Eve 1334.  This is from her MySpace profile:

cHRISTINA dEATH 1334 of cHICAGO’s Networking
I’m an all ages promoter for dEATHROCK/GOTHIC/ELEKTRO/INDEADSTRIAL events in Chicago.
” I will interview till the sky goes out”
“I host events and promote afterparties in the dEATHROCK/GOTHIC/ELETRO/INDEADSTRIAL/vein genres in Chicaoland area

Be forewarned:  her profile page is a nearly unreadable mess of graphics and text that will blast a 69 Eyes song at high volume.  You might want to skip it or plug in headphones and set them on the floor before you take a look.


We have a double-header, folks.

Saturday, November 03, 2007

Calling my house and listing my address…. off limits

You bastards might think it is a game to list my phone number and list my address. It’s not even funny the first time doing it. Stealing my photographs and watermarking them — shit isn’t even funny either.

Actually, yes it is funny. I have nothing to do with any of that, but it’s funny, regardless. Pacione forgets that he posted his own personal information online first. What happens on the internet stays on the internet.

Jerrod, you’re a fucking loser who has no life and the fact that you ripped off Tabloid Purposes with your cover scheme shows it.

Mr. Balzer’s after Nicky? Whatever Zippy the Pinhead’s smoking, I want some. It’s got to be better than Benson & Hedges.

I am going to have to get a cell phone because of this shit

He’s not going to have a cell phone because he can’t afford one. You know, this crap makes me want to go buy Balzer’s work, as well as that of J.D. Hintz.

Nicky is good for business . . . yours, not his. And, he’s good for my traffic counts.

Saturday, November 03, 2007

Russo is crazy

She’s reading between the lines about wanting to sue me for libel; I didn’t even mention her by name once.

Oh, please — everyone who follows this saga already knows her last name is Russo. Pacione devoted an entire blog entry to her. It doesn’t take a trained detective to piece it together. None of us harass her. None of us care to, no matter how bat-shit insane she may be. She doesn’t come after us. She’s not even a carnival side show.

The fact that this lawsuit is already felt across the
Goth Community in Chicago, and the only people who can protect you from my fury are Koehler and Keene, and even they are fair game for me. Hell I could see you calling on them as witnesses on your case for this book
because I rip them a new one too in this.

One, there is no lawsuit, and two, the Goth community wouldn’t rally to Nicky’s aid, no matter how much he bribed them in internet dollars, or deep-dish pizza.

Sue me for what, I got no money — I am not a millionare.

Not even in pennies, could he come up with a million. If he had one nightmare for every evening of his life, it still can’t top 12,000. He’s had far more nightmares than he’s made in dollars.

You messed with an investegative journalist Russo, and yes this kind of journalism has no kind of mercy.

LOL! I’m an “investigative urinalist” . . . plumbing the depths of the u-bend for you. I could call myself a painter, but it wouldn’t make me one. Ditto for calling myself a writer.

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*edit* (now reliving college undergrad years, listening to Devo)