More Fun With Shocklines.

Matt, proving once more what a dipshit he is, has locked the thread started by Dimstain about Nikita’s “health”. Of course he let Nikita have the last word. At least wwe don’t have to wade through more posts of sympathy for the wretch that is Nikita-though new annoyance Damastes has to put her two cents in-even when she has no clue about anything.  here’s Nikita’s post in that thread, and afterwords I’ll deal with Matt and SL. 

 BELLS PALSY is nothing to joke about when it is on the onset. Though I’ve seen people laughing at the fact that I had this for a good part of a month. All of January was the hellish three weeks that this came on and I was in the ER twice for it. I thought I was having a stroke because of the facial paralysis. I couldn’t eat right or sleep the entire time. I am glad the fucking thing is gone, I wish it upon my worst enemy because it would humble them some when they post about it on their blog stealing my entry and going around making light of something like that. My advice to them is have a heart before you do something like that, even when I said I wouldn’t buy a dead author’s books in life and also in his death. That is an honest statement but when they go around mocking my Bells Palsy, that isn’t a cool thing to do. The bells palsy I could not even listen to the radio without my head going haywire. 

You mean that phantom disease that the doctor said you didn’t have? Seriously, how long are you going to stay on the cross with this one.  You even said that the doctor called it horseshit on your facebook blog. You can’t even put a coherent thought together, yet you expect everyone to think your some sort of medical savant?  Sorry Nikita, just another whiny plea for sympathy and attention, in hopes of selling that incoherent alphabet soup you call writing. In fact, if I opened a can of alphabet soup and poured it on some paper, I’m certain what came out would make more sense than anything you could write with you “19 years of writing”. Then you have the nerve, the gall, the cajones to tell others to “have a heart?” Contradict yourself much ferret boy? Wait, strike that, ferrets are lovable and playful creatures-you’re not. Talking about the deceased loved ones of others, their health problems is okay for you, but not anyone else? 

Anything you say or do is fair game NIkita. You have no boundaries, and neither do we. Remember that.

 

Now onto Matt and his smothering manlove for the Legion. He is so obsessed with trying to protect the nitwits at all costs, I think he honestly doesn’t see the damage he’s doing to his own credibility.  Not that it matters anymore, as many of those who used to post have gone on to their own boards, or migrated over to Keene’s board. With the exception of 3 or 4 people on SL, it’s nothing but idiocy and rampant favoritism there. Mention Keene’s board, get deleted. Call the nitwits out on their lies, get deleted and warned of being banned. Post something halway intelligent, and some yahoo like Damastes, TrentTaylor or another moron will derail it.

Even Odark is being overrun with stupid of late, but at least the stupid remains there and not cut or deleted. One of the few things in Odark’s favor anymore.

Over the past few days Phoolbin and Dimstain have been running amok, posting their ignorant, paranoi driven drivel, and being allowed to continue without so much as a crossed eye from their buddy Matt.

Yes, it’s Matt’s board and he can do what he wants, but maybe it’s time for Matt to hand the reins over to someone who actually gives a shit.

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La Femme Nikita Stands His Ground

Never one to let psychosomatic diseases like his phantom Bell’s Palsy keep him down, Nikita has been active once again, and still repeating the same things he’s been spewing forever. Rusty has done another smashing job of dissecting his incoherent babble, so I’ll cut to the chase and focus on a few things. 

I am not threatening anyone here, but I just got done taking a shit in someone’s urn, the fucking fag kept going on and on about this dead lover.   Get yourself a woman and stop acting like a woman.  I am going to comment on the blogs but I will say this of the spineless cocksuckers.  They need to really get a life and stop pissing onmine!

First of all Nikita, Damon was never cremated.  I’d like to know where you think I go on and on about him. I’ve only mentioned him a handful of times on my blog and in random posts on Rusty’s or SL.  However, I’m glad you’re reading my posts; see what real writing looks like?  and for all your tough talk, you’re nothing but a coward and pussy.  What would you do if I came to your neck of the woods and knock on your door? Hide behind Granny? Run to your little basement hovel Nick two kitchens Pacione? More likely you’d just shit your pants.  Well I wouldn’t waste my time or money on a douchebag like yourself, so you’re safe.  I don’t make threats, I take action. 

Action, like writing a blog post on what an unkempt, paranoid, lying, plagiarizing, piece of shit you are. Blame your problems on your mental defects all you want, the fact is Nikita, you’re nothing but a lowlife piece of shit. Rather than listn to some of the criticism that’s offered, you get defensive, and have an asshole like Dagstine make posts on SL for you. Remember, this is the same guy who stalked you under an alias you dumb fuck. do you think he actually cares about anything or anyone (aside from his butt buddies Philbin and Matt “Legion lover” Schwartz) other than himself?  You’re nothing but a tool to him. Well, you’re a tool in many ways, but in this instance, even a dull butter knife like yourself has at least one use.

As for Lulu, don’t get comfortable there again, just yet. something tells me you won’t be there long. 

Then over on SL (and I’ll have something to say about SL again in another post), he writes, 

I am doing well and did a new blog reflecting on it — the fact I am doing some new stories right now, I don’t have writers block either. R.N. we had our bad blood, you just never gave me the chance to really push my publications on here. I am celebrating on here by offering TABLOID PURPOSES IV signed for $20.00. 

Doing well is not talking about someone’s dead lover. Doing well is not accusing me of molesting someone. Doing well is not lying about why you never pay your writers. That’s doing the same thing over and over expecting different results.

That’s insanity. But you know what it’s like to be insane, as no normal person would ever behave as you do. $20.00 for a signed roll mag not even suitable for toilet paper? give me a fucking break. If you think anyone would pay 20 cents for your work, well you’re as delusional about your nontalent as Dagstine is about his. 

 I lost this one because of one unruly writer with contracts. She signed a contract but voided it out when she started bashing on me and shit. I’ve been a writer of 19 years coming October. Halloween 1990 was when my first horror story was written.

Yes, damn those unruly writers and their contracts. Imagine wanting to be paid! and maybe she never would have said anything about you if you’d paid her as you said; but no, you have a long history of not paying writers, so why should anyone be surprised? 

19 years as a writer, and you still have less talent than a 6 year old with severe learning disabilities.

Try 30 plus years as a talentless douchebag.

Kharisi the Explorer

In almost a years time, I’ve explored every nook and cranny of Azeroth. from the scorching desert of Tanaris to the snow capped mountains in Winterspring. I’ve uncovered all roads, paved and untrodden with my faithful gorilla Bobo at my side. I ventured over the seas to enemy territory, scouting out Azuremist Isle, sneaking theough the forests around Darnassus. I’ve flown over the blood red skies of Outland, and the Icy peaks of Ice Crown. I’ve encountered any number of friend and foe along the way. And today, I can claim the title of Explorer.

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The Politics of Writing

Or, more accurately, making your political beliefs known on messageboards. I’ve been thinking about this for awhile now; how easy it is to read a political thread (whether it’s on SL, Odark, Tomo’s or really any board on the web) and add your opinion while questioning the species  of someone’s mother.  These threads get heated, ugly and often snipped or locked.

I know they sure as hell raise my blood pressure at times.  yet, I wonder, if we as writers do ourselves a disservice by making our beliefs known. I’ve read enough posts on SL, Odark and Tomo’s board to know that there are certain writers, and publishers I will never read because of their political beliefs. I also make no bones about that with friends of mine, when they ask about an author they may be thinking of reading. 

I’m not talking about minor disagreements-everyone holds opinions that others won’t agree with; I’m talking about those who consistently and vehemently hold ideas-no matter how wrong-as the only way to think and that anyone who doesn’t is an idiot. I admit, I’ve been guilty of that myself, and it’s why I try and stay out of political conversations. I don’t always succeed, but I’ve managed to cut down on my political posts compared to what I had been posting. 

Evryone is entitled to their opinion, but is it always a good idea to make that public knowledge? If I know what two different writers opinions are and only have enough money to buy one book, who’s going to get my money? The one I agree with most of the time, or the one who I perceive as talking out of their ass? It’s a fine line to walk, and one I don’t always do well at. 

It’s easy to pick out nitwits with no talent like Dagstine, Philbin and Pacione, and with messageboards, it’s now as easy as reading posts to determine who gets my money and who doesn’t.

Beginnings and Ends

I finished my serial killer novella today. clocking in at a tight 78,000 words, I’m pleased as punch with it. Right now the working title is “Icicle Kisses and Barbed Wire Tears”. As I’ve said in other posts, this pretty much came out of nowhere, and demanded to be told and to be told NOW.  After some false starts, I found the hook I was looking for and it was smooth sailing from there. now I’ll let it sit for a bit, let it gestate and go back to do a rewrite before I send it out for first reads.

The beginning is an interview I’m working on. I’ve sent out a query regarding it right now, as soon as I got the author’s okay, and just waiting for some answers to the questions I sent. I’m very excited about this, as it’s with someone I admire, has a long history to draw from (over 40 years) and is a genuinely nice guy. Until I’m able to write and place the piece, the subject of the interview will remain a mystery-but there are a couple of people who know. 

The interview again is one of those things that really came out of nowhere. i was sending an email to a friend, and it came to me without warning, much like the pain in your bowels before you run to the bathroom and pray you don’t shit your pants before you get them down. Once I got over the fear of X saying no to the interview, I sent an email and got a much hoped for yes. It also brings me back to my journalism background, something I’ve ignored for close to 23 years.  given the positive response I received to some of the questions I’ve sent, I anticipate this to be a great piece, and hopefully bring some more exposure to X, that he richly deserves.

La Femme Nikita’s Return…

We all knew it was bound to happen sooner or later; you can’t keep a good nitwit down for long-at least not on the interwebz.  Nikita has a new blog post up, and really the first sentence sums it all up:

Those of you who are adding to the stigma that I can’t do anything with my illness, I have two words and they are strong enough words already, FUCK YOU. 

Well, it’s not the illness: we know some things are out of control, it’s  talent, imagination, an ability to be productive that you can’t do anything with. His rambling goes on to talk about Blagojovich, Rusty and the usual suspects. 

Goons get what goons deserve if you ask me

Well, no one asked you, but having your AC articles pulled, your lulu storefront shut down, as well as being banned from various boards and blogs, I guess you did get what you deserve. 

Some people just never learn.


Ali

The NAACP Image awards were on Fox tonight, and while I was doing some web surfing, and a bit of writing, I kept it on in the background. About 90 minutes in, they gave Muhammed Ali the equivalent to a lifetime achievement award, so i stopped what I was doing and watched. 

Growing up, he was a hero of mine. I liked his boxing style, his humor and confidence/arrogance. His interviews with Howard Cosell are the stuff of legend. Hell, I even bought the novelty record about him back in the early to mid 70’s. I saw all his fights; Smoking joe fraxier, George Foreman, all of them.  He was the consummate athlete-everything i wasn’t-and continue not to be.  I knew nothing about his politics, his turning to Islam, his refusal to fight in Vietnam, and the turmoild which followed that. 

All I knew at the tender age of 9-10 or so, was he was fast and could kick your ass 10 minutes before you knew what had happened. 

On the show tonight, they did the obligatory bio, rehashing his life in a nice 3 minute bite. The lights dimmed a bit, a spotlight came on, and the curtains opened. There he sat, in a white, wing back chair, trying desperately to control the shaking from his Parkinson’s. No longer able to speak, his wife? daughter? (I’m not sure who-they never said who it was), spoke for him.  My heart broke, if only for a moment. This was not the man I remembered. This shuddering, twitching shell of a man dressed in a tuxedo and lopsided bow couldn’t have been the hero of my youth.

But it was. And in what may be a final act of heroism, he sat there, shaking and all, determined to be there-even as a mere ghost of who he once was. Oversized black and white photos adorned the stage and the contrast between then and now was palpable.

Jennifer Hudson then came out and sang, The Impossible Dream; perhaps one of my favorite songs, and the tears came. Not just for Ali, who endured being sang to like a nursing home resident on visitors day; but for everyone who has the strength and determination to not go gently into the night. 

For the past month as I’ve sent out resume after resume; felt sorry for myself for not having the money to finish my dental work; not being happy with my writing, playing warcraft a bit too much; I’ve been isolating myself. not blogging like I have-or calling friends or family. It’s been a nice little pity party.

Once again Ali showed me that even in the most adverse of times, there should never be shame, never be a rock to hide under. There should always be dignity, and a respect for oneself at all times.