Zippy has another entry up on Associated Content. The entry runs on for seven bloody pages, but does contain assorted goodies. He has a series of photos from Gothicfest 2007 linked to the page. The look on his face, standing next to Gashley Darcane, is priceless.
I didn’t really get a chance to do an interview but I was in no shape to be interviewed (exhausted from three days lack of sleep and losing my voice.) Doing book signings at events like this are always hit and miss. The only reason it was slow for the writers in general is that it was raining like mad on the second day. Even my signing mates didn’t really sell any books – they were cool people to hang out with and yeah I wouldn’t mind going on tour with them.
Does he realize that people go to things like that for the music, not for the vendors? Since he allegedly took over and didn’t allow his signing mates equal time, I’m sure they’d be reluctant to tour with him.
It was two days worth of darkness inside the event this year because it was one of those things that could been a twilight zone episode for me because there were a lot of things that happened on my part that let a lot of bad luck to my signing. My ex-room mate showed up and had to be everywhere that I needed to be and her friend stalked me the second part of the first night when I was trying to make a few sales and sabotaged those . . .
This confirms much of what Exposethetard reported, and jibes with what Nicky himself wrote in his last Blogspot entry.
The nice thing was that they did allow ins and outs this year so I was making food runs for the writers at my table.
Ha! Given his ever-expanding waistline, I think he made the food runs for himself, and offered to bring back stuff for the others while he was at it.
. . . gave a copy of The Storms of Armageddon and House of Spiders 3 to Belle Morte. It was cool to finally meet them and also met Don Henrie.
So he gave away books, instead of sold them, although one of the pictures claims someone actually bought a copy of Ethereal Gazette.
Yeah the weight gain was evident on my part but I didn’t really have the gut showing either, but then again that was because of the medication and being in the hospital for three weeks earlier in the year.
Most people lose weight in a hospital, but it can depend upon the medication. Still, the last time I’m aware he was in the hospital was right around the holidays at the end of 2006.
. . . time makes people better friends or in some cases with the one dressed as a fat Marie Antonette in the white dress on day two, bitter enemies. (That person was getting heckled the whole night from me and being given the middle finger. I was giving the “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?” look.)
Crazy Michelle was dressed like Marie Antoinette?
The thing that had set back the book signing was that I had a family emergency to take care of and the fact there is a malicious blog twisting the truth around (stealing copyrighted photos and artwork) – I will go on the record right now and say my grandfather had a stroke. That happened during the start of my book signing so I had to go later with it.
So wait. He said earlier that the rain and Crazy Michelle and her friend ruined it for him. This is a new twist. Obviously, it didn’t stop him doing his book signing. I wonder if Nicky found it as annoying as Grandpa Albert’s heart attack.
I lost my tripod at the event which sucked but other than that it was a fun weekend. My uncle came and got me then saw some interesting hot rods at the gas station when I stopped off and got something to eat.
I thought he was running in and out all the time getting food. Why he would need more on the way back escapes me. Maybe the tripod got buried under his spare tire.
The fact I did jump on the table this year I was testing the table out when I was setting up to see if it could support my weight. I was going to get a different table for next year that can support someone’s body weight the fact that Philbin and I are going to do 2008 will be a crazy deal.
Hoo boy. Philbin and Pacione together in the same room at the same table. I was indeed dying to know whether Zippy jumped up on the table. Sure enough . . .
. . . when he was spinning some intense industrial I did a loud “DESTROY” scream. It was a fucking riot. Some were saying, “You’re louder than the bands with the mic! You should front a metal act; got the throat for it.”
Wait. He said he lost his voice. Must have been after the scream.
The rest of the entry is devoted to people he met, and some free t-shirt he was given. He wore head to toe black to “make a statement.” Yes, because conformity always makes a statement.
* * * edited to add the comment he left on his own entry * * *
Nickolaus A. Pacione: Correction on the name — that would be Fitzgerald. I have some moments that are Dislexic at times, when I have the lack of sleep I get that way.