Nickypoo has been experimenting with TheBookPatch. His story “Polaroids from the Imagination” is available here.
The comments on the following screen shot are funnier than the listing for the book. The names used are priceless. Evidently, Nicky thinks everybody is Keene.
There’s another comment on there. Stygian Lovecraft said: “Horrible waste of money. If I need something to wipe my ass with, I could get a roll of toilet paper for 99 cents at Walmart.”
I love the names….I wonder if they fly right over nicky poo’s head? 😛
My favourite is “Nick Growfelia” – heh!
$4 for a paperback short story? That’s a dollar more than I paid for PDFs of anthologies.
There are writers at Amazon who make a killing with
crapuntested writings by asking only 99 cents; people who would balk at a $4 paperback short story might take a chance at a 99 cent e-book. Pacione has priced himself out of the take-a-risk category. A good thing for an unwary readership.Those commenters.
[snark]Cowards hiding behind common names, as Brown and Anderson did at The Dirty.[/snark]
Next time Pacione asks a commenter if they are Brian Keene, everyone should show up and post “I’m Keene!” in the spirit of Spartacus, Antoninus, et Alia.
Somebody needs to make a version of those “V For Vendetta” Guy Fawkes masks that look like Brian Keene, just for Nicky’s own personal version of Anonymous.
Watching Nicky try to appear “professional” is pretty odd. It only took him 15 years or so to figure out that throwing the c-word around and telling people to have sex with their dead mothers wasn’t managing to kill off his enemies…
Heeheehee agreed 😉
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Not-Your-Average-Monster-Bestiary/dp/0692567933
My short story Insect is in this book. Christine has one in here as well
Some of the names are hilarious. “Ivana Dooya” is gold.
Nicky is sounding increasingly desperate and pathetic. His latest Tweet/FB post has him virtually demanding someone in the vicinity of Coal City to drive him up to Walmart so he can buy pizza to celebrate the ‘release’ of his two latest hunks of gunk, Blank Pages All You See and Polaroids From The Imagination. He also wants to ‘work on’ getting an Amex debit card while he’s there, and goes on to let people know that if they already have one they can ‘help fund his projects.’
What’s the bet that even if some poor charitable fool decided to drive him, Nicky would expect them to wait until he was done eating then drive him back.
What’s so amazing about this is the sheer arrogance of Nicky’s tone. He doesn’t say please or ask nicely, he just expects a random stranger to be his personal chauffeur for the day. Humble is simply not a word in the little leech’s vocabulary.
https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=10156192740510585&id=801115584
Yep, I saw that Tweet — https://twitter.com/nickwashere1976/status/661768555231219712 Crazy. And ever-so-trusting, is our jolly old St. Nickolaus. I’d be tempted to show up just to drive him way out in the middle of nowhere and drop him off. And right before leaving him in a spray of gravel, say something like, “Nice to meet you, Nick! The name’s Brian Keene, Master of Disguise!” Then send a friend by – maybe a little old lady or something – later to pick him up hitchhiking, drive him somewhere else remote, drop him off again, and say, “Brian Keene again, Nick! Damn, I’m good at this!” And finally send a five-year old child by to just say, “Hey, Nick!” and then wink at him. By the time he got home he’d never want to leave again.
Either that or show up dressed as Nicky, yelling a bunch of profane gibberish, and see if he’s willing to get in the car.
There’s no end to the fun one could have if they were willing to get their vehicle fumigated.
Since he wants to go to Wal-Mart, I’m wondering if somebody actually gave him a Wal-Mart card. He was “accepting” donations of them – https://twitter.com/nickwashere1976/status/661569607501615105 I wonder how well that “I’m a woman-threatening, child-menacing unhinged stalker asshole” thing works for his “gimme free presents” mentality.
I think “take and bake pizza” means frozen to take home and bake.
So, he has no family or friends he can call on to take him from Goose Lake to the WalMart in Coal City to buy groceries? Like Blanche DuBois, dependent on the kindness of strangers?
I had the same thought. See my latest entry “Begging, Begging, Begging.”