Nicky tweeted about a short story he had written that he only now discovered had been published four months ago. The link in the tweet went to his Pinterest, which led to his story on ShortNScaryStories. It may be relatively short for Nicky, but it would be summed up in a few words: “My high school classmates are mean to me.” As with almost all things Nicky writes, it’s not a story, and it’s not scary.
One lie or one tweet can destroy everything as the classmates some of them went out of their way to fuck up my world.
Waah!
The controversy of classmates within their adult years – where some treat me and members of the roster like they are persona non grata; my guys did nothing to them and they treat them with hatred.
They’re such meanie poopyheads!
“I want to speak with you somewhere that you might find comfortable with my friend,” the one classmate e-mails. I suggest wait until I have an event so I can speak with her at the venue because in Joliet and Chicago I am a local public figure; this was a scandal that she caused and invaded my privacy as someone created a domain based on one of my imprints. Using my family’s residence as the address of the venue no less – I am guessing the classmate had the information and gave it them.
Omigod, a classmate did a white pages search for a publicly listed address! What a jerk!
I had invited classmates to contribute their testimony or journal to an anthology I am far from done with; or in the home stretch at this point and no plans to cancel an anthology like this.
Two years after being asked to contribute stories, his high school frenemies have not complied. The nerve of those people!
The fucked up thing with this is that one of the organizers of the 20 year reunion seen me announce that I am Lake Fossil Press for the first time.
Those poopyheads can’t even be bothered keeping up with the most famous dude ever to graduate Glenbard East. What’s wrong with those people? Don’t they know how famous Nicky is? That’s like not knowing who William Shakeseare was. Or Kim Kardashian. ‘Cuz Kardashian could have been his classmate! Geez.
I want to ask how can classmates who treated me like shit in school can even do that to my roster; the thing that doesn’t ring right with me as I am working on a new fictionalized work based upon one of them.
I wonder which poopyhead that could be. He’s already got Porras covered.
Where I seen jokers get my twitter account suspended and my wordpress.com locked out – it’s a nightmare thinking have these stalkers consulted with classmates saying how I was using twitter.com as a harassment tool.
Damn those classmates, fucking up his life like that, even though most of them don’t really remember him.
What those who don’t understand who give me shit on places like twitter.com or facebook.com. I am kind of like a janitor who picks up your crumbled notes or sketches as in I am looking at your real websites – looking for your blogs to see what I can learn about you.
Watch out, classmates of La Femme Nikita. He’s going to stalk you. He’s already set up the pretext that you’re stalking him, even though you barely remember him, if at all, which makes his behavior A-OK, as far as he’s concerned.
What you see within them in those years when you’re in your thirties or early twenties when you know they will piss you off as adult thinking about that as a teenager – if they were me they might wonder why they might get an ice stare or evil eye.
The evil eye – what is that one asked.
Dio defined this as this was from the old country – as I am Italian-American; it goes by a name in Italy as I call this the ice stare.
Run for your lives! It’s Mr. Freeze.
If they were to look at Oak Park, Illinois, that had some parts of my career tied to there – my early photos were done there when I was coming back from the taping of being in the audience of The Jerry Springer Show in 2001.
He still has fantasies of dragging his enemies onstage in such a setting, so he can rip them apart, with the host playing the part of referee.
That is up there with my cousin repeatedly calling me a “hobo” — my cousin is lying about the time I was in St. Joe’s; as it was only a week as the 21 days was Rush Medical Center.
Even his cousin is a meanie poopyhead.
So the classmates should know not to fuck with a crazy person or cut off the video camera from them because the use of the video camera and video blog; you saw eight years of my life on video. As I had chronicled the nightmares that played out for a time that I was in a mental health unit for 21 days – that was over New Years of 2006 into 2007; December 27, 2006, to January 17, 2007, was the time I was there.
I’ve seen his condition deteriorate over the past eight years, very rapidly in the past one or two. Yes, he’s crazy, and not in a Steve Martin “wild and crazy guy” kind of way.
The thing about putting anthologies together require a lot of patience as I wish I had a few more classmates who’d be willing to put themselves out there and contribute to this instead they treat my roster like they are unwelcomed among them.
Those jerkoff classmates won’t send him stories. Nobody will send him stories. Everybody’s mean to him. Boo hoo.
How dare his classmates not send stories to a man who is stalking, harassing them, and treating them like shit! How dare they not all be writers who work for free so he can use them and steal from them like he steals from everyone else!
“I had invited classmates to contribute their testimony or journal to an anthology I am far from done with; “
And they didn’t fall over themselves submitting? How dare they have no faith in your inability to finish nothing you start. NOTHING.
I mean – HOW DARE THEY!
It’s all just word salad. What idiot published this?
Judging by the FAQ page, someone illiterate. In order to submit a story, you have to be a member of your own website! Aside from that, Nicky’s word salad breaks half the rules of FAQ #7, which outlines grounds for rejection.
So someone took one of his stories, published it without telling him, and didn’t pay him. Oh, irony!
Well, the runs with the likes of Tabetha Jones. Getting ripped off and exploited shouldn’t be new to him.
“in Joliet and Chicago I am a local public figure…”
He doesn’t write horror. That’s pure comedy right there.
Being a “local public figure” in Chicago and Joliet is also comedy gold. That implies being recognizable on the streets by people from various walks of life, not by some imaginary group of fans. If people see a filty, greasy looking hobo approaching them, they cross the street to get away from him. That does not mean they know who he is, and are intimidated by his radiant presence. It means they’re afraid of being mugged or assaulted.
I want to know how he can justify saying he’s from Joliet when he’s never lived there in his life. It has the same number of letters as Morris? He thinks briefly having a PO Box there means he lived there? Inquiring minds want to know.
At the end of the “story” when I accessed it, there was an ad: “Do you have gut yeast?”
That was the best part of reading that … whatever it was. Have ye yeast … for whilst ye gaze too long into the Pacionean abyss, the chaos has access to the depths of thy soul, and breeds monsters … or gut yeast.
Yest ye yeast …
OK, he’s still going on about the Classmate’s Anthology. Which I believe is the submission call that lead to the “Gauntlet” that led to the challenge that produced “Lake Fossil” and “Lake Fossil 2: The Refossiling “. Any bets “Lake Fossil 3: Unicornado” will not be released before the classmates’ anthology? *silence*
I think the Classmates’ anthology or Gauntlet has been smerged into the abandoned Tabetha Jones project “Sinister Souls” since Tabetha’s “roster” backed out after the Pacione Kickstarter campaign, leaving only Pacione’s “roster”. It’s Tacoma Narrows Bridge Disaster 1940 “Galloping Gertie” squared….nay, CUBED!
I’m still unclear about the Sinister Souls project. Nicky claims Tabetha’s roster backed out because they didn’t want his hand drawn refrigerator art on the cover. I question whether Tabby even had new stories submitted specifically for her abandoned project, or she handed over a bunch of slush pile rejects from other projects to Nicky without the authors’ knowledge. Maybe she just gave him a list of names of people who had submitted stories to her in the past.
I have to think Nicky tried contacting a bunch of people who told him “sorry, I’m not interested,” but I’d be surprised if anyone cited his horrendous drawing skills as a reason. Any publisher worth his/her salt who abandons a project would return rights to the authors, so they could submit their stories elsewhere, rather than hand over the whole project to a third party. The whole thing sounds fishy. At best, it’s setting up Nicky to take the fall for her scam when nobody gets paid.
Is this the same anthology that appears to be authored mostly by Paciones at this point because no one will send him anything anymore? I’m so confused…
For some reason he’s obsessed with word count now. He mentions word count far more than he mentions what the story’s about… like he thinks it doesn’t matter what it is, as long as it’s 5000 words or more, then it’s good. That’s not a good sign, considering every story he’s ever written has maybe a sentence’s worth of idea in it, which he then grinds into the dirt. Being obsessed with having 5000 words means he’s just going to repeat things even MORE. And I didn’t think that was possible.
The rancid eggplant he’s using for a mind keeps getting stranger and stranger…
Yep, he called 5000 words a ‘beast’ of a story. All that proves is that he still knows nothing about writing, pacing or structuring a decent length work of fiction. All these years on and he still hasn’t got it. He gets an A+ for persistence, and F- for everything else.
I’d be hard pressed to write anything over 10 pages that isn’t a term paper, or a research paper, so I stick to things I know I can do fairly well. Nicky will never learn that lesson.
Yeah, any writer worth their salt will tell you the length doesn’t mean diddlysquat. It’s all about the content and the competence of the writer in question to tell a story. So that leaves Sleepsack Sally out.
Also, this should probably be on the Nitwit Quotes page — it’s a classic!
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I am very private person as Richard Matheson said he was when during the time he was alive.
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I’m gonna be contemplating that for quite some time…
he’s a private person…yet tells everyone he has no money, tells everyone where he wants to take trips to and what type of place he stays at, tells everyone where he prefers to eat at and what type of booze he drinks, gives details about his laughable trip to the ER….yep that’s him being private alright.
And I’m gonna hafta make fun of that “very private person” bit at some future point. 😉
That still doesn’t surpass how he learned to be an editor from April Derleth when she was alive, though.
I’ve had some editors whom I suspected were horrifying undead ghouls, of course.
April Rose Derleth inherited a publishing house and was wise enough to hire competent editors to work for her; Pacione learned nothing from her. He just name drops.
Pacione and his classmates.
His first short story was written in high school, for a classroom assignment; in it, a werewolf with a machete slaughters most of his then classmates.
When he added himself to the list of notable alumni in his high school’s article at Wikipedia, his classmates vandalized it gleefully until it was deleted.
Pacione has been pushing this classmates anthology for two years, it seems. Why can’t he get submissions? Hmmm.