Hat tip: Lewis
Nicky has a new wall-o’-text WordPress blog entry.
She employed straw men to terminate my Lulu.com account and got mad when Gary Oldman revealed he’s a Conservative — telling political correctness to burn in hell. I am not exactly politically correct and polite; or as she says, “Prim and Proper.” Ferridge you need to end this because you don’t want to have someone on you well into your eighties.
He’s previously accused several other people of having his Lulu account pulled, but this is the first time I’ve seen him accuse Sarah Jezebel Deva of having anything to do with it. As retribution, Nicky wants to stalk and harass her for the next 50+ years. Will Nicky even make it to that age, to carry out his revenge? Who knows? His family history of heart disease, gout, and diabetes doesn’t make it a sure thing.
I will not let her dictate the direction of my career as I will champion those who are underdogs. I am the delfacto champion for those who are web-published, self-published, and underpublished — if you are unpublished and a fan fiction writer, if you follow my ground rules you will become published. I turn fanfiction writers into published authors.
Delfacto? Whether that’s a typo or he misheard the phrase and thinks that’s really what it is, I can’t say. However, if you forever want your name associated with incompetence, and want to give Nicky the chance to make money off your hard work without seeing a penny for it yourself, by all means, send him your story.
What that what I think it was?
She carries a VCR for a beeper.
I’m not sure which of those two sentences is funnier.
If she wanted to promote my work — she’d link up my journal on codexed.com instead of a bitter rival author’s blog.
Why would she want to promote Nicky’s incoherent drivel? His “I’m retarded, so you all owe me” schtick doesn’t work with anyone else, either.
That’s hanging out with Kealan Patrick Burke with a Tabloid Purposes and burning it as he will give you one of his books for free in exchange of you doing that. Throw away his solo titles if you realize he snubbed an invitation that was an act of goodwill. I vow to have him deported over that one.
Is he offering to have Mr. Burke send me a link with a special code to order one of his e-books, for each TP of Nicky’s I torch? All Nicky has to do is wave his magic twig and berries to make it happen! Not a bad deal. If I toss a TP in the fireplace — something that was already a hot mess before the flames ever touched the toilet paper — I’ll get something for free that I’d actually want to read. Of course we all know Nicky can’t make someone else give away things for free at his command. That’s absurd.
Allow me to digress for a minute. I’m not one to ask for freebies, anyway, but if they are offered, I might accept if I can put them to fairly quick use. Case in point, we went to our favorite place for pub grub and a couple of pints this past Sunday evening after getting back from visiting my parents. There was a weekend special promotion on Yards Pynk, for $3 a pint, and we could keep the glasses. Our waiter wasn’t sure about the promotion, so I asked him to confirm whether the promotional price was still in effect, as well as the “keep the glasses” deal. He did. According to the bartender, it was. We walked out of there with two pint glasses labeled Yards Pynk, with pink pigs and cherries all over them. The ale itself is billed as “a tart berry ale,” which tastes like raspberries to me. Interesting, and not bad, but I wouldn’t go hunting around for it at local beer distributor. Honestly, I think it would be more refreshing in summer than fall/winter, but the brewer chose its seasonality, not me. Still, the glasses are pretty cool.
Although slightly off topic, my point is that I may take whatever freebies come my way, if I’m interested, but even freebies often come with some strings attached. We couldn’t have walked up to the bar and asked for free Yards Pynk pint glasses without a purchase, but since they came with the purchase of pints under a promotional deal, we were good to go with them, and nobody chased us out into the parking lot accusing us of stealing their glasses. The bartender waved at us as we left with the glasses held in plain view.
Back to the subject of having Mr. Burke deported. Nicky has no clue what his immigration status is, so this is at best an idle threat. Besides, only an insane person threatens to have someone he dislikes: a) deported; b) fired from his employer; c) run over by a garbage truck; d) killed in hail of gunfire; e) poisoned by household chemicals; f) beaten to a bloody pulp. Nicky has done all of these. In lieu of these up close and personal options, he relentlessly stalks people and sends them death threats, simply because he believes that as a retard, he’ll never be convicted of a crime.
Ferridge don’t stoop to the level of prolapsed rectums. When you deal with someone like Kealan Patrick Burke — I know why the faggots like his work, why I want faggots hating me he’s a metrosexual. It was almost ten years ago I took a leak on McKeeman’s photograph …
Nicky has a prolapsed uterus. Or maybe he is one. I get confused about these things after reading his nonsensical drivel.
This gauntlet I presented — it’s going to truly piss her off because it’s the equal to what my mother did when I was sixteen; being limted to five books in Chicago for three weeks and access to web by means of a chromebook. No access to my rivals work — these are the books: Carl Jung, The Holy Bible (MSG,) Richard Matheson’s Nightmare At 20,000 Feet, Catcher in the Rye, and A Library Of Unknown Horrors.
He’s living out his Twilight Zone fantasies again. What gauntlet? Asking Sarah and her family to voluntarily live out his fantasies for her torture? That’s not throwing down a gauntlet. That’s pitching a pissy hissy fit, with an added toddler temper tantrum.
Whole family will be in Chicago — but there’s catch; the husband and little one will stay in hotels and a rented RV on their dime as they will fly into Mason City Iowa, or Gary-Chicago Airport. They will be on a street food diet meaning they eat what we eat — vegitarian meals are scarce in Chicago so their meals will be at Whole Foods. 43 days in Illinois, two weeks in Northern Iowa — Ferridge will be sleeping in the rough 75% of the time in Chicago so pack cold weather accomedations (as they will be Kelty outdoor gear. No tent but allowed to change and shower in the RV.)
Whoa. His last “invitation” to Sarah involved a one month stay. Fly into Mason City, which can only be reached by commercial airline by changing planes in Chicago, renting an RV, then driving back to Chicago. So, now, Nicky thinks a month is 57 days long. He never was good at math, or reading calendars, was he?
She will not do this in the spring months — she wants pull something where she claimed I pissed her off.
She will not do this at all. Ms. Ferridge is not at Nicky’s beck and call, period. She’s got better things to do than cater to an insane retard who has a really unhealthy obsession with her and her family.
Koehler is a negative F-list celebretiy meaning she’s willing to steal from a museum if something of mine is in there like Brian Keene attempted to as he’s a thieving faggot.
Oh, look. Karen and Brian got some lurve from Nikita, just when I was beginning to think he’d forgotten about them. Because writing stuff that people want to pay for to read, and being nice to fans is an unforgiveable sin.
I get under $9,000 a year from disability and I put more of myself out there than most. But to see my work on a newstand you have to admit that was pretty damn cool. Ferridge think about what I am saying here before you contribute to that blacklist when someone has very little to begin with — when I saw you in Chicago, you were unapproachable then.
He’s complaining about how little taxpayer money he gets for doing nothing to improve his lot in life? He’s complaining about how unapproachable some musicians are? There is so much wrong with that, on multiple levels.
When I say “help yourself,” it does not mean “eat all you want at my taxpayer buffet,” Nicky. It means “get off your duff, and do something that puts a paycheck into your bank account, other than dole money, if you think you need more.”
I get it that some musicians are a little unapproachable, or skittish, if they’ve gotten death threats, or are simply so popular that an arena full of fans could pose a problem. Sarah doesn’t seem to be one of them. She seems pretty nice. I could probably not get a handshake and autograph from Springsteen, with a picture of us, after a show, but Al Stewart, Kurt Neumann, and others, are fine with it. The venue probably has a lot to do with it.
My guess is that some authors are also approachable only in some situations. I’ve had no issues getting books signed from Keene, SanGiovanni, and Maberry — at book signings.
Musician … author … if you’re a fan, stand in line, and wait your turn! You might get lucky. Or not. Either way, it’s not a life changer, as Nicky thinks it is.
My main points are: don’t be insulted if some people don’t like you, don’t take it out on their families and spread lies about them, don’t gripe about the handouts you already get, and don’t threaten anyone. Capiche, Nicky?
Nicky goes on for another half wall-o’-text, but my brain needs a recharge before I can go back there to try to interpret it. I’ll just leave you with this:
Doesn’t Christine’s Nut Nicky look good next to Mr. Martin’s hex jar?
You nailed it (pardon the pun) with “he believes that as a retard, he’ll never be convicted of a crime.”
Nicky seems to honestly think that he’s somehow immune to prosecution, simply because he’s a retarded fuckwit. When the justice system eventually catches up with him, he’s in for a rude awakening. As it turns out, drooling on your shoes isn’t a valid legal defence. 😉
Morris PD covering for him, all the time, or claiming he’s harmless doesn’t help things either.
Awww, the little nut! Can’t you just feel the seething impotent rage? 😀
— C.
Maybe he noticed that he got kicked off the Cradle of Filth forum (H/T Lewis). Meant to mention that in my blog entry, but my brain got so scrambled trying to make sense of Nicky’s entry, that I forgot.
I wonder what he posted there that ticked off the mods/admin enough to do that. Nicky never leaves forums voluntarily, and whenever he rejoins using a new alt, he always outs himself with his choice and arrangment of words, misspellings, etc.
As much as he claims to hate mason city he loves to send people there doesn’t he? Hahahahahahahaha
And who the hell uses beepers anymore? I know a few who still use VCRs in their campers or for movies they haven’t bothered to buy on dvd or blue ray yet.
If I were a musician or author and saw Nicky stalking me online or coming my way on the street I’d be unapproachable too!
Nobody uses beepers anymore; even the drug dealers have smart phones nowadays, which is kind of dumb, seeing how easy they are to track. Even when they did use beepers, back in the ’90s, they were never the size of a VCR.
Has Nicky even seen a beeper? They were about the size of an early 2000s flip phone. My old plumbing/HVAC contractor used to carry one, before everybody got cell phones, and if it beeped while he was on a job, he’d ask to use the homeowner’s land lines phone to call his office.
I had a beeper in the late ’80s / early ’90s and even then it was still smaller than a cigarette packet.
It’s the punchline of an old “Yo momma is so fat” joke, which makes it a double example of Nicky’s obsession with outdated pop culture since I haven’t heard one of those in at least five years.
Which proves how much pop culture it isn’t.
Yeah, Nick used the VCR beeper thing on me when he was harassing me over on youtube as well as wishing a ‘chest-burster’ on me. He wasn’t to happy when I posted an Alien themed meme in response.
Weren’t the Delfactos a 50’s doo whop group? 😛
Hahahaha! *snerk* You win an internet, Scott.
They were, indeed, Scott. In fact, they very nearly persuaded no lesser than David Ruffin to replace their original lead singer, Delaware Facto (for whom the group was named), but Ruffin wisely decided to go on to the Temptations instead. Facto had died in a never explained sleep-sack accident involving a stuffed unicorn and a Toyota XL-5, which was the prototype of the car that eventually became the Lexus in 1983. The Del-Factos were only able to get any radio play at all on one song, and that only in their home town of Billings, Montana. The song, It’s Too Darn Cold in Montana to Be Out Here on the Front Porch Singing Silly Songs, did create a very minor stir lasting almost ninety minutes a few months after its release when four of the five members died of hypothermia while singing a doo-wop medley on a front porch in February of 1959. The airplane crash that killed Buddy Holly, Richie Valens and the Big Bopper a few hours later was deemed more significant and the tragedy in Billings was forgotten almost immediately.
*snerk*
Bloody well brilliant, sir!
*Standing ovation*
CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!!!
No fucking way is that doo wop. This is:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BSBi-Tdtzh4&list=PL08EEC75EAF697C3F&index=1
Addressing Sarah, he wrote in the preceding paragraph “…it will not happen as I am going to show where you got your sources from about me lied about everything she wrote about me….”
So in the next paragraph (“She employed straw men…”), she is Sarah’s sources (not Sarah), which may be StinkyCat, Karen H. Koehler, or one of the shes whom Pacione has accused of getting him dropped by Lulu.
Pacione’s opaque clarity does not help. I had to capture that post, save it into Vedit, and go through it line by line to force myself to read it, like trying to debug someone else’s C program.
Oh, afterthought, when you speak to the hex jar with the pendulum, does it answer?
“…These folk say that on a table in a bare room on the ground floor are many peculiar bottles, in each a small piece of lead suspended pendulum-wise from a string. And they say that the Terrible Old Man talks to these bottles, addressing them by such names as Jack, Scar-Face, Long Tom, Spanish Joe, Peters, and Mate Ellis, and that whenever he speaks to a bottle the little lead pendulum within makes certain definite vibrations as if in answer. …” — H.P. Lovecraft, “The Terible Old Man”, 1921.
Are we all going to get a turn at being accused of being the mastermind behind Lulu.com dropping Nicky? Because it seems like a movable feast at this point. Or the weirdest game of Clue(do) ever.
Among other things, Nicky considers himself an “investegative” [sic] journalist. Caterer is one thing he hasn’t claimed to be. Therefore, I’m going with weirdest game of Clue ever.
It was Professor Plum, in the library, with a candlestick.
Well, this was vintage stuff:
They want to claim that I am not even a flavor of the weak; I am not to be underestimated since taking on lulu.com.
Nicky is absolutely a flavor of the weak (tastes like Cheetos and pee). Also, “taking on” lulu.com didn’t work out so well for him, did it?