Mr. Dagstine’s been very busy blogging lately, but promises to cut way back. Today we have this:
In other news, I will be moving soon and I must return to my offline responsibilities. This is something, as a parent, I have no choice but to do. Writing second, family first.
Well shit. We all know Dagstine’s the first writer to ever have a child. I do believe I hear 1000 tiny violins off in the distance.
It takes minutes to throw up a blog entry. When have we heard this before? Oh right — about a month before his fiancee was due. I sense this is a similar idle promise. Anyone want to bet how long this will last?
This is from his November 10 entry:
I feel for you. I really do. Johaha, Rusty, Janrae… And I FORGIVE you. The next time it happens… I forgive you again. And again, and forgiveness after that.
Why thank you, Larry. That’s mighty big of you. I might not be so forgiving if you start another flame war with my readers.
Maybe he should take those non-existent journalism creds of his and get work with them. That’s what I did after Sovay was born.
I changed diapers and earned money writing at the same time. When I was still using a playpen, she played there while I worked and it was right next to my desk. When Sovay was a toddler, I put a toy typewriter down for her next to my desk and she typed and I typed at the same time. But of course, that’s too complicated for someone as stupid as Dagstine to manage.
Oh, that’s right, he can’t earn enough money writing to pay for a cup of coffee. Odd that. I never had any problems doing it and I did not have a degree in journalism, I just did journalism.
I have it one good authority, RUSTY, that this whole charade with this blog is just another gambit to get controversy.
You see, we have a mutual acquaintance. He tells me that you’re actually Dagstine. This is just another front like that xanga account Nickolaus Pacione Calling.
you’re stirring the pot from both sides to sniff the stench.
John, fuck off. You don’t know what you’re talking about.
hi trawling troll dog poo. I really wish you were a troll with some talent. A good troll can stir shit with flair and creativity. all you do is say things which are easily seen through and pointless. Go back to your bridge please.
I think Dagstine would have an arduous time emulating the writing style of Rusty. I for one know they are not one in the same.
As far as having children is concerened, I think it’s a bullshit ploy. I have two kids. One is seven, one is two. I awake at seven in the morning, change diapers, make breakfast, get my son out the door to the bus, drag my daughter with me, then entertain her with cartoons while I continue to write another project. I then make lunch, keep the house clean, do the dishes, etc, put my daughter down for a nap, check the rusty nail, and my other on-line favs, then go back to writing. My wife comes home at roughly 5 pm. I then do evening chores, and usually when she goes to bed during the week, I stay up and write until 3 in the morning, I live on 4 hours sleep every day until I revitalize on Sunday, and that’s if I don’t have a booksigning.
So using children as an excuse is utter bullshit. Stephen King had three children, worked two jobs and still managed to write several books and short stories before his first novel was ever published.
Find another excuse.
Children has never stopped anyone from writing who really wanted to writer. Marion Zimmer Bradley was a housewife with several children when she began writing. The literary world is filled with writers with children who managed it all just fine.
It’s alright, Frogdog. I FORGIVE you, for you know not what you do.
All my life, I’ve been a charitable individual. I’ve given away canned goods, used clothing, used blood — you name it. I’ve volunteered in soup kitchens and donated to the PBA. I’ve worked with the disabled!
I’m a good guy that’s generous to a fault. Reading some of the stuff that’s written about Pacione makes me cry. Reading what’s written by Pacione makes me cry even harder. I’m an emo kind of guy. I can’t help it. It’s just who I am.
Dagstine has now deleted the whole Mad ramblings section and disallowed postings by outsiders.
Can’t take the heat?
Here’s a guy who can dish it out, but can’t take it when it is dished back at him.
Wow, Dickstine, you sure are one tough guy.
Sad.
Cached version here.
No, Carl (johaha), I just have no time on my platter right now for full-time blogging or failures like you. You’re like me, you fell into the old parent trap. You’re ripping your hair out right now, or whatever’s left of it, because you feel as though you wasted some valuable years of your life. But I have something for you CR, on April 4th. I decided that that would be the perfect day to release it.
I’m out of the message board drama LOOP, fellas.
I write for hobby, yes it’s soooo true… Life goes on. I’m just a hobbyist.
Eric, Stephen King didn’t have a sick infant. We’re moving house to be closer to the grandparents for as much support and help as we can get. Get some morals, some scruples. Nick Pacione is a better writer than you; took me three weeks to gut your manucript.
Rusty, you and SJ enjoy life together, if you’re ever down at the farmer’s market, give me a call, I know which stand has the freshest tomatoes.
The rest of you, take care of yourselves.
Lawrence
sorry, misspelled ‘manuscript’.
Who the fuck is carl?
you’re still an idiot.
First I’m someone called Diamond Dogs, then I’m some Carl.
My confession, to help sort Dickstine’s brain.
Look closer to home, and that’s where you’ll find me.
I live in Queens, NY!!!!!!
Oh, well, how did your ISP say Europe?
Well, my intellectually challenged friend, I send my messages via email to my brother who works in Europe.
Are you following me? He then posts them for me. Yeah, he types them in from there.
Oooh, what a neat trick! And that’s how you do that.
So if you want to find me, start looking in your own backyard.
Good luck.
Time to call the FBI.
Thank you.
The tomato farmer up the road from me would probably love to know what stand has the freshest tomatoes! Tomato season’s over, Larry.
“Sorry misspelled manuscript”
Yeah Lawrence…sure.
Then if I’m such a bad writer, why did I get published by Doorways Magazine for December? It’s edited by Mort Castle. Gary Braunbeck and several big time authors have been published by them. And you never had a manuscript of mine. Keep dreaming buddy. Once again, find another excuse.
And Stephen King did have a sick infant. If you read On-writing, one of the most imperative books he has ever written, he wrote Salem’s Lot while Joe suffered ear infections that were so severe, he was almost hospitalized.
I’m glad you like pacione so much you use him for every debacle you seem to grow into. Philbin will be proud.
Call the F.B.I. What has anyone here done to you? You are coming over here to try and stir up shit. As you have seen from here and over at TODP you’ve done nothing but solidify your own grave. You want to talk F.B.I.? Why don’t you use your almighty gumpf and go after Pacione?
Oh… can’t turn family in now can we?
For an email I will gladly verify “everything” in private.
And I promise you your hits will “duoble”.
Sixty-one friggin’ hits since midnight, Larry? SIXTY-ONE? OCD much? This is coming from a guy who says:
So, he’s taken to raising the drama level on blog comments instead. Technically, this isn’t a message board. This is not the first time you’ve stirred up shit here, Larry.
You got your ass shredded and handed back to you over at TODP without so much as a sprig of parsley for garnish. Would you like the same thing to happen here?
If not, I suggest you check your sources and verify your information before flinging around baseless accusations and false information at some of my readers. If Johaha is neither of the people you claim, then give it a rest, or prove he is. If Eric never sent you a manuscript, then it couldn’t have taken you three weeks to “gut it.”
My hits will neither double, nor “duoble.”
I wrote with a sick infant and met my deadlines. Every writer who has children has done it. It is not a unique experience.
Get a life, Dagstine. A real one that does not include this drama quean [sic] act.
I am NOT either of the two people Dagstine says I am.
Email me, Dickstine, and show me your proof.
You have the email. Use it.
Hint: If you go way back into your street artist days, you will find me there….
Rusty, I am taking this off your board. This is between me and Johaha from here on.
Meanwhile, Janrae, you’ve pissed off Philbin. Check his blog.
I meant to piss him off. He’s shit. And if he wants to go toe to toe with me I’ll be happy to flush him down the toilet.
Okay, I read it. Considering that i outsell him a percentage of 1000 to 1 and have appeared in far better publications than Philbin can ever hope to, I can’t take a thing he says seriously.
You see, I don’t write for his (very small) audience, and he does not write for my (very large) audience. I see no threat in anything he wishes to say, Dear Heart.
oooooh Philbin is pissed off by real talent. Janrae I’d be so scared if I were you. I mean after all you have a large legion of fans and he has…bukake…
All anyone has to do is weigh it on the scale. You are respected as an author, have been through a storm, kept your compsure and done well. I think it’s amazing that any time someone has a bit of success with their publications in come the three amigos riding their pink flamingos.
My first non-fiction piece is being published by DOORWAYS, have you seen the authors that are published by them my three amigos? I consider it an honor to published in the same mag that Brian Keene, Michael Laimo and many other true talents have been featured in. Are you going to knock on thier doors also? Tell them they can’t write worth a shit?
I should think not.
When you dance, you pay the band.
Oh, a dual to the death! How entertaining!
For the last time Dickstine, I don’t write fiction.
So stop asking me what I write. I DON’T WRITE FICTION!
There. You get it now?
Thanks, Eric.
Johaha, Dickstine thinks that everyone is a wannabee because he is. Projection is all it is.
Johaha, I wish I could say I never write fiction, but I do love peeling off an occasional Pacione parody, mostly for my own amusement. Anyone else who wants to read one or more of them is welcome to do so, and (hopefully) gets a chuckle or two. Other than that, I don’t write.
One of these days, maybe the Three Stooges will get the picture.
They assume that everyone who crosses their paths on the net are as desirous of literary fame as they are. They cannot grasp that people out there have different goals, different hobbies, different lives.
They are utterly consumed with themselves and see the world as a reflection of themselves, projecting their flawed desires upon them in a failing attempt to feed their egos.
That is something that all three of them, Pacione, Philbin, and Dagstine, all share in common.
Maybe if they were to stop obsessing on wagging their weenies at the world, they would learn something about reality.
Been a while.
Did you ever get that proof, Rusty?
I never saw it.
Nope, Johaha. The last I saw was that Dagstine claimed a credit with Asimov’s, people on the forum there called him on it, he backpedaled, and claimed he got Asimov’s confused with Analog, etc.
As far as anyone can tell, he’s bullshitting about both magazines.
Welcome back! I’ve missed you.
Thanks, dude.
I heard about Asimov’s, too. Dagstine is full of shit. I checked with Analog, too. No one knows what he is talking about.
Seems like he got his dreams mixed up with reality.
Would you mind if I copied your comment above into the comments section of a far more recent entry, and credited you with it?
No problem.
Thanks!