This began with an innocent comment that Ms. LaSart left on Joseph Rubas’ blog post (before his site crashed from too much traffic) about Nickypoo. Being called “harmless” did not sit well with Nicky, so he did a Whois search on her website to find her personal information. He then used it to call her cell phone, and left her a typically charming voice mail message.
From Nicky’s @nickwashere1976 Twitter:
Undertandably, Ms. LaSart wants nothing to do with our favorite cellar dweller. She did, however, post a video containing Nicky’s voice mail message as a warning to other authors. Note that Nicky is pissed off, not because she uploaded his voice mail message, but because upon second playback, she attempted to translate his gerbil-on-crack-with-a-mouthful-of-marbles gibberish.
Here’s the video:
I encourage you to view the comments on YouTube. Of eight so far, three are from Nicky, left approximately three hours ago. It took him a little over a week to find it, so it’s likely he knew nothing about it until he saw Ms. LaSart’s tweet.
This right here proves Nicky is a creepy stalker who needs to be put away in a mental institution for decades of therapy!
Funny. I posted about Nutbag Nicky myself today. He’s been ranting and raving, so I posted a few caps, then sent people over here to see what he’s been up to from you guys. You’re the experts on this idiot.
I’m sitting here crying that Nicky has lost my number and lacks the brains or the ability to find it again! No lunatic ravings on my voicemail? I’m hurt!
Just commenting to bookmark this video. I’m compiling a lot of things that hopefully can be used to do something. No luck so far. But I’m working on it.
Good luck! He really has degenerated to the point of not being able to take care of basic needs and/or control himself. He needs a responsible adult to take charge of his affairs for his own safety as well as the safety of others. You’re doing the right thing. I’m sure you’ll get nothing but grief for your efforts, but at least you care enough to do something.
I’m not sue a responsible adult can be found to deal with Nick outside of an institution.
He’s certainly not your responsibility, but I applaud your efforts. Take care of yourself, okay?
She’s adorable. Thanks, Peaches, for bringing a new writer to my attention! Off to support her work.
Every time he verbal-ticks that he’s just “telling the truth” about something or that we’re all stifling the truth, all I can think is
http://www.rottenecards.com/ecards/Rottenecards_44233041_5zt6b8drrz.png
He’s suffering severe speech effects. Sounds like the aphasia I fucking warned him about 4 years ago. If he keeps up, he won’t even actually be able to talk in a year or two as his mis-use of Seroquel begins further damaging his speech center and his motor control.
At that point, they’ll have to commit him.
It amazes me the people who proclaim him “harmless” then act shocked when he acts like this. I have no idea what Nicky would do if he decided to get a cab to the nearest Greyhound terminal at the beginning of the month. Those who don’t either shouldn’t tell others he is “harmless.”
He’d end up lost, picked up by the cops in city that has an overburdened system, curse at the judge during arraignment, and end up doing time.
Or he’d starve to death.
Or get to the door of his intended victim and his intended victim–a woman, likely–would punch him in the face.
^^^THIS.
He’d better hope mine isn’t the door at which he chooses to appear. I pack a 40 gauge double barrel punch. He wouldn’t walk away.
He did manage to make it to Richmond via Amtrak. It looks like he had to change trains in a couple of places to get there (Cleveland and D.C. seem likely, IIRC, going by the Amtrak route map).
Pretty recent that: Jan 2012 he traveled to Richmond to the Poe Museum to visit his Namesake. Before that, Mar 2003 he traveled to Baltimore to visit the Poe/Clemm home. Mar 2002 was a trip to New Orleans for a convention. All trips by public transportation. I know he’s gone downhill in a bobsled since about 2007, but he could still be mobile enough to go somewhere and get in trouble, with the threats he’s made.
I like to picture that he had one of those tags like they used to give little kids flying by themselves during the 70’s and 80’s, and/or he had a Amtrak staff member hold his hand.