Hat tip: Dave
Nicky, true to form, is back online after a rather long “hitatus.” He decided to post his latest blog entry on InsaneJournal. I’m surprised anyone uses IJ anymore, but, whatever.
I am working on some new material for a single entry journal that will be online longhand but in the meantime check out Emanations because I fire back at the ones who went around bullying me. This is a response to Encyclopedia Dramatica and Fandom Wank in one fair swoop.
Naturally, he screwed up the expression. It’s not as funny as Teresa Guidice calling a nor’easter a “Norwegian,” but it’s up there on my list of funny malapropisms. I gather he’s got his knickers in a twist again about stuff that happened years ago. His mind works likes an old vinyl record that hits a scratch, and keeps skipping back a few bars.
I am in a good mood because I found out my son will be the proud owner of The Ethereal Gazette: Issue 12 and that will have a picture of me so he can see how his dad is doing.
Um, no. That will never happen. He doesn’t know his son’s name, who his adoptive parents are, nor where they live. I wonder what made him think he does. Evidently, he’s back in one of his manic phases. Dave says he’s been leaving messages all over people’s Facebook pages.
He’s also fired up his Twitter account, and added three tweets within about 20 minutes, all going after Sam Cox at Panic Press. Between what he calls a “good mood” and his apparent online version of hypergraphia, he’s either on something, off something, or his drug mix isn’t working. I haven’t heard anything from Sam lately, but I’m not sure she knows what the current URL is for TRN. Plus, there really hasn’t been anything here in a while about The Nitwit antics.
Nicky’s mostly pimping out his story “Media Darling,” in which he figuratively crushes DJ Pathogen and GirlVinyl, although Melany gets a bit part, in which she drowns in a frozen-over lake.
I have to do 13 from scratch but I am not worried — there will be some new projects underway and looking to break out a few writers from the diary-x set on some projects I am doing as Broken Mindframe Books. I don’t have domain for that one but all the details on what I look for in that anthology will be posted on my facebook and on the single entry journal when I have that opened up.
He means Issue 13 of his magazine, from which he lost all submissions, along with his copy-pasta-reformat-with-unreadable-fonts, when he killed his last computer. He kills computers, on average, every nine to twelve months, or so.
The library can’t show my blog here because they have a filter for blogspot.
Aww — poor baby can’t update his Blogspot from the library.
I will be doing this the moment I get my new computer and have the software to get it going — just need the computer and everything.
He’s the ultimate bee’s knees of publishing for authors: no computer, no software, no backup system, no contract, no payment.
So for right now I am doing everything longhand until the single entry journal is set up, and looking to keep blogging.
Considering that he posted that on one of his gazillion blogs, I’m just a tad confuzzled. Is he going to scrawl out his blog entries in crayon, scan them, and upload them to teh interwebs using the Samantha Stevens nose wiggle and eye blink?
Considering the fact he thinks people still use pagers and VCRs I’m not surprised he’s a million years behind everyone in website use and technology.
“I will be doing this the moment I get my new computer and have the software to get it going — just need the computer and everything.”
And then I’m going to take my girlfriend out to dinner. As soon as I get a girlfriend, and a car, and some money.
ROFL.
I am going to race Karen for pinks and win her car.
“is someone out there willing to race her Delorean on PINKS. I need someone who has a Grand National to do it.”
A friend of mine has the Back to the Future Delorean model, if he wants it. 😛
There’s only one Delorean model — the DMC 12, built during the 1981 model year. It only came in one color — stainless steel. Looks nifty (for its time), but costs way more than anyone would want to cough up, just to maintain.
Given Nicky’s warped sense of reality, he was probably hoping you had a real flux capacitor in it that would allow him to go back in time and obtain more clothing and shoes from the early 90’s.
At the diner of her choice!
Oh, and once again reality destroys Nicky’s fantasy. I talked to my son’s adoptive parents today, and they have received NOTHING from nicky for his son. No book, no pictures, no letters, nothing. You see Nicky that’s the advantage of being nice and not sending death threats to people. I have their names, phone numbers, addresses, and I have dinner with them at nice restaurants several times a year, and we usually argue over who is going to pay the bill when we eat out. :p (so far it’s half and half who’s ended up paying)
Mel, I just <3 you.
I actually had called them to see about getting together in the next few weekends while the weather was still nice to take the young guy to a park to make a visit easier. For fun I asked them if they’d heard or gotten anything from Nicky. 😀
That’s lovely. Glad to know you’re a part of his life, too. Open adoptions can be the greatest!