Hat tip: Fallout3
This was the project that Nicky was ostensibly taking over from Tabetha Jones. As with all his other attempts to raise money from strangers over the internet, it was an abject failure. I expected nothing different. Also, I doubt anybody bought anything on his Amazon wishlist of clothing for the book signing appearances he planned to make, either, but can’t be bothered to go look. After all, who buys underwear for a stranger?
Note the timeline:
ETA: bonus lulz here. Is he a demon, god, or the ghost of goth past?
I guess this means he won’t get those shoes with bright orange and PINK on them either from his wish list? 😀
For whatever reason, he started that gift list 10 Jun 2015 then added to it 13 Jul 2015 for the triumphal “Sinister Souls” book signing tour.
https://www.amazon.com/gp/registry/wishlist/EP3UXVZYSW1B/
If I recall his Monika Fugate classmates gift list correctly, if an item is bought for the giftee, it gets flagged. I don’t see anything flagged of the fifteen requested gifts. Not the “NIKE VXT 3 (TD) SKU# 354731-112 Size 10 Color: BLACK/ELECTRIC ORANGE-WOLF GREY-FSN PINK” nor the “Reebok Men’s Q96 Crossexamine Basketball Shoe,Reebok Navy/Black/Noble Grey Metallic/White/Lemon Zest,10 M”.
https://youtu.be/-_kwXNVCaxY
There are some hilariously confused ramblings at the bottom of his “Author Speaking Of Sarah” post. Here’s a few of the best 😉
“Look I saw a photo of you from when I was nineteen years old in 1995, you saying you wanted nothing to do with something what will happen ten years from now.”
“Somewhere history began”
“Didn’t it go past you to learn more about me from them than use everything in the future to turn me into something others tried to do?”
“Where are we?”
“I am looking at her photo from 1995, and trying to have her glimpse from her world in 1995 at my photo in 2005 the day before history changed.”
“I wonder what Sarah might had thought, her at 28 seeing what I would become at 29 years old. A local heavy metal personality who looking at my klear.com profile I am a leader in authorship and publishing.”
I love that last one. It reads as if he only found out he’s a “leader in authorship and publishing” from looking at his own klear.com profile.
Hahaha.
Yeah, it sounds like he wanted to put poor Sarah in his magic sleepsack and she wisely wanted nothing to do with him.
I find it hilarious that he thinks he’s a leader in the publishing world at all. He’s nothing but a bad joke at a dinner party.
What have we learned from this?
Nickolaus has of course learned nothing. But one thing he should have learned — if nothing else — is don’t put anything that even vaguely resembles the word ‘encrusted’ in the one-line description of a kickstarter. Last thing anyone wants to think about is Nicky’s crusty gussets.
The bonus.
Nickolaus A. Pacione, “Author Speaking of Sarah”, medium.com, 24 Aug 2015.
He starts off on his 2007 falling out with Sarah Rose (DJ Scary Lady Sarah), and Peter Propaganda (of the Chicago scene magazine “Kilter”). What he rants about in this piece requires back story for context, things obvious from his POV, but anyone coming in cold will be bewildered.
This appears to be the same stuff he was ranting on tumblr.
Nick Pacione, “Some Don’t Realize How Sad This Is”, A Publisher’s Confessional tumblr.com, 23 Aug 2015.
I get several impressions from these. The Chicago Metal/Goth/Horror scene tolerated him and found his wild enthusiasms amusing up to about 2007 when his increasingly obvious crazy seriously drove people away. From his POV that’s their fault not his. (Propaganda was the horror target of “Game Over” and Rose was the horror target of “Spectral Exile”.) The recent deaths of Andrew Ian Dodge and others has reminded him what us mere mortals know: we are mortal and all things are fleeting. He is remembering things past and grasping at that which he had cast away. He nuked his bridges behind him about 2007 and now he wants to go home again to the pre-2007 Chicago Goth/Metal/Horror scene? Whats next, he’ll post reasons Michelle Russo should accept him as a roomie again?
I cannot accuse Pacione of having a one track mind: his mind skips around in several grooves worn into ruts, like a scratched and warped LP vinyl player.
Tag MA:AN Much Ado About Nothing, but still fascinating in a Galloping Gertie sorta way.
I think of it more as weird mix of CD or MP3 player, in random/shuffle mode, and an old-fashioned turntable, playing the same old scratchy, warped, 45 rpm single that skips in a few places. “I wanna *click* … I wanna *click* … I wanna *click*.”
Worst. Teddy. Ruxpin. Ever.