It’s a typical wall-o’-text blog post.
I can’t do a blog in peace without some Allentown based cunt trying to fuck things up for me as a publisher, well looks like The Rusty Nail posted the information for me about issue eight being out for purchase and now I am moving on to work on issue nine. Take that Koehler if you are attempting the fuck things up for me.
Karen never did a damn thing to him, other than watch him self-destruct.
. . . will be establishing my post office box in Joliet, Illinois so I can handle the CD-ROM submissions. I will take submissions via CD-R or 32MB Memory Card.
Yes, people, he wants you to send him your flash drives!
The fact someone took a shit on my introduction of the magazine, that is the editor’s corner, I can say what ever I damn well please.
And we reserve the right to laugh at you, Nicky, for spewing venom at a whole bunch of people in that introduction. Did it ever occur to you that an introduction like that is a source of embarrassment for your contributors?
Especially my elder statemen. I kept it polite to that mother fucker, I will call him a fucker to his face too because the way he handled that reading was like an asshole. IF he was any type of man, he would have stepped up to them and said, “what you did was wrong. He’s not here to speak up for himself.” He handled it quite poorly.
I’m not sure who, or what, he’s talking about, but it looks like he wants someone to to step in and fight his battles for him. Pull up your big boy shorts, Nick. Fight your own battles.
The Crusty Rail is a sad excuse of a human being because she eggs people on like this. The fact she hides behind a fake name and a fake identity on Associated Content.
One, I don’t need to egg people on, and it sure as hell isn’t my job to prevent them from speaking their minds. Two, a lot of people on AC use pen names, or various screen names. So what?
I am not threatening anyone here, but I just got done taking a shit in someone’s urn, the fucking fag kept going on and on about this dead lover. Get yourself a woman and stop acting like a woman. I am going to comment on the blogs but I will say this of the spineless cocksuckers. They need to really get a life and stop pissing on mine!
We’re pointing and laughing, Peaches. There’s a difference. And, that sounded like a jab at Raingods.
For the record with the hospital stay, I signed myself in — I was never committed. I was admitted.
You signed yourself in to avoid being committed, in which case you wouldn’t have been able to sign yourself out when you did.
Lsy off of Dagstine for making an update on me. 50 Foot Ant was a man for being civil, but I will say this much. The linkage to my magazine, thank you for that one.
You’re welcome, Nicky. Sell all the copies you can. Knock yourself silly. You know, Nicky, Kim thought you’d be unhappy with Daggy for doing that. I guess not. Get this through your thick skull, Nicky — Dagstine is using you. He’s not your friend.
I am going to be running on donations to for the magazine — the donations will help me with the royalities and the contributor copies.
That makes absolutely no sense. Is he asking us to give him money? I thought the goverment already did that.
The whole thing at the HWA convention was bullshit what they caused — I saw that and basically lost my temper. I was ready to punch someone, it was going to be Everson too because he of all people should have spoken up saying, “That is not right.”
He must be talking about that session in which several people took turns reading from his story in Reality Check. But, I don’t understand why he expected John Everson to ride to his rescue. The whole thing was hilarious.
2009 I will make it to a convention as a vendor, LAKE FOSSIL PRESS will have a booth at some convention. I can’t tour because of all my bills but to do a book signing with a few anthologies out there — I got some momentum.
Promises, promises. Twenty-to-one it’ll be Gothicfest again.