This latest Blogspot entry scored a whopping 20 on the fuck-o-meter. That’s 20 instances of words that are or contain the f-bomb.
The entry is really directed at Bob Freeman (apparently, they’ve been trading email), and contains a complete reprint of a very firm, but polite email from Mr. Freeman.
Eventually, Pacione gets around to lambasting others.
I don’t give a flying FUCK, you FUCK. All of you on that board are just a bunch of no name FUCKS who aren’t even published. Yes I am challenging ValentineVegen or ArchaneArchiver to show his face — and I am challinging that faggot on Xanga to do the same.
Presumably, the “faggot on Xanga” is Peter Barnes.
As for Rusty Nail, you’re a faceless coward who’s also a cunt. I am planning to beat the shit out of your husband right in front of your sight because nothing more humilating than a guy getting fucked up in front of his woman. I will never hit a lady, but there’s nothing written in stone that you can’t punch their husband.
Hit a man or a woman, and it’s called assault either way. He doesn’t seem to understand that.
Finally, Mr. Knight gets a mention.
Take all the fucking domains you have down using my name, and that you have no fucking right do that. Brian Knight you know I am coming for you right? You know how insulting that is when you take a domain and use someone’s name without their permission.
Insulting is the wrong word to use. Pissed off that he was too poor to afford $8 a year to park the domain name when it became available is more like it.
Nobody needs his permission to purchase a domain name; he’s not entitled to first dibs, as it were. There are still quite a few variations of it available.
Have at it, oh great and powerful Nickster. Knock yourself out.
Buy yourself a domain.
Now, Rusty. You know he can’t afford a domain. Have you seen the price of Pabst Blue Ribbon these days? Necessities like beer are just so much more important than a domain name, especially when not getting one is his license to whimper for the waahmbulence.
Nicky would get winded beating eggs. Just like any other threat of violence, it’s as empty… well… his head.
“And if it is one of the male authors who is a runt, such as Jerrod, I am kicking your ass you little fucker”
Hmm. It seems odd for Pacione to admit that he wouldn’t dare fight someone his own size.
“I don’t give a flying FUCK, you FUCK. All of you on that board are just a bunch of no name FUCKS”
Dear Mr Pacione: white it might be fun, viciously stabbing the same four keys down really hard does not make your writing more forceful. May I recommend you try http://thesaurus.reference.com/ – it’s free! And educational!
I look forward to reading your next screed, improved and enhanced by its new, larger vocabul… uh, bunch of words.
Everything that both Bob and Karen have said to and about Nicky, that he has quoted on his blogs lately, were phrased politely and to the point. Then Nicky’s paranoia kicks in and his bullshit level shows a case of accute locked bowels.
In the case of Karen, she was wise to issue a reminder warning about Nicky’s habit of contacting and harassing both the people on our friends lists and our business associates.
Considering that it is a matter of public record that he does this consistently, he has no right to complain when people call him on it. I know that he has contacted people connected to me and to Brian Keene. I have reason to believe that he has done the same to Karen.
It is clear from language use, grammar, syntax, and content that Nicky invented Valentine.
It is also clear that the rampant hypocrisy of Nicky is in full swing because he is accusing others of doing the very things that he has done in the past and continues to do.
I am currently extremely appalled by Nicky’s behavior. I have never encountered anyone like him in the other genres that I have worked in over the years. He is one of a kind in many ways.
There are others of his ilk, Philbin, Dagstine, et al. However, Nicky is definitely the most bizaare and abusive of the little clique of disgusting voices.
I believe that they use him as a stalking horse to launch their vitriol against the community that they wish they were part of, know they can never be part, and continue to write and behave in ways that they can knowingly reject and be safely rejected by the majority of the readership for genre fiction.
“I am everywhere — there is a little bit of Nickolaus Pacione in everybody.”
Not in me there isn’t! If there were a list of people to whom I’d surrender my bottom, then I’m reasonably confident he’s not on that list.
Not even being forbidden by law to approach one’s own offspring? I’d have thought that was a bit more humiliating, Nickypoo…
There was some of Pacione in me this morning. Then I used the toilet and flushed it, like a grown-up.
Nicky is truly transparent. He has kicked his whacked-out version of PR into gear because he’s starting yet another lulu.com anthology and he wants some attention.
He’s going down through his little list and trying to start fights with various people. I don’t know for sure why he picked Bob Freeman and Karen specifically over the last couple of days, but in Mr. Freeman’s case it probably had something to do with the sticky thread on odark.com about the Indiana Horror Writers Retreat that he’s working on.
Really, Nicky just wants attention, that’s all.
“I have reason to believe that he has done the same to Karen.”
He has begun obsessively stalking and threatening anyone he perceives as having a connection to me. He crossed the line when he began emailing and harassing a good friend of mine behind my back in order to get back at me for my imaginary offenses against his person. I have friends everywhere; I know every move he makes without even being online. And for the record, I have never contacted any of these so-called friends of his, which I don’t believe exist anyway. I only told those who contacted me the truth when they asked me directly, no more, no less—and backed up my side of the story by pointing him toward his own blog posts. In any event, I decided it was high time I warn other writers about his newest, underhanded way to attack authors through friends and business associates. I felt I was more than within my rights to do so. You can read his tirade on my blog, if you want. And that’s the whole story.
This isn’t the first time he’s sent nastygrams to Bob, and it probably won’t be the last, because he never learns.
As to the hypocrisy, notice how Nickypoo flips out the second someone grabs a quotation from one of his publicly posted entries, claiming stealing, copyright infringement, and whatever else comes to mind? All of that fits squarely within the Fair Use provisions of U.S. copyright law, which he clearly doesn’t want to even try to understand.
But he’ll take a private email, or someone else’s entire entry, and paste it wholesale into his blog. He will also post a video publicly, and tell folks to link to it rather than embed it, but when they link to it as requested, he still bitches up a storm.
His motto must be “Do unto others what you don’t want done unto you.”
Now, Nicky’s called me a faggot more times than I can remember. So . . . if I’m female, and a faggot, it stands to reason that my “husband” is also female. Therefore, we’re both off limits when it comes to his fantasy fight. Phew. I can finally sleep at night, now that I no longer have to live in fear since he thinks I’m female.
“So . . . if I’m female, and a faggot, it stands to reason that my “husband” is also female.
Well, I’m a faggot, but I’m not a female, and neither is my husband, who is also a faggot.
OK, now more than my sexuality is confused. Oh, whatever. I need another coffee.
He gets his terminology mixed up, because that’s all he heard from juvenile people in HS. That’s my working theory, anyway.
“As for Rusty Nail, you’re a faceless coward who’s also a cunt. I am planning to beat the shit out of your husband right in front of your sight because nothing more humilating than a guy getting fucked up in front of his woman. I will never hit a lady, but there’s nothing written in stone that you can’t punch their husband.”
Okay. This is riling up feminist instincts I didn’t even know I had? Can we pleeeeeease arrange an all-girl roadtrip to stomp his ass? We’ll stop at vintage clothing stores, we’ll do karaoke, we can buy matching pink patent ass-stomping brogans . . . this sounds like fun, right?
I prefer purple, and hate karaoke, but okay. I can’t even sing “Happy Birthday” on key, but might be able to work a kazoo. My voice is easily two octaves below Pacione’s.
Well, poot. I was hoping that all of this talk of gayness and girls taking a road trip to kick his ass (and shop and sing karaoke) thread would lure Nicky in like a moth to a flame, but so far, nothing.
Nicky, I’m disappointed.
LOL. I would love to drive to chicago and whip his ass. Me and Natalie would stuff him through a basketball hoop and leave him there. Give him the Bugs Bunny treatment.
Sphinx — I’m in. Just give me a minute to pick up my satin Pink Ladies jacket from the cleaner!
Are girls with badass leather jackets and big-ass Demonia shoes welcomed?
I just KNEW you’d want to be Rizzo …
… or Leather Tuscadero …
Butch dyke look for me, black leather jacket, biker cap with chains, and death’s head black leather wrist bands.
Jesus. Check out the shit storm he left on Bob’s blog. He took pot shots at nearly everyone who commented.
Nickypoo, if you read this, I must congratulate you on your superb p.r. skills. Smooth as glass . . . shards.
He deleted the entry about his guidelines apparently because of the shitstorm it stirred up.
Wait–do you mean his submission call over on DeviantArt? Because if that’s what he deleted, I have a frame-grab saved on my computer at work. Didn’t upload it to Photobucket before I left the office, but I do have it.
It was gone last time I looked.
It’s still there. He hasn’t logged back in during the past four-plus days.
maybe I need to adjust my settings then.
The DeviantArt post was still up as of 45 seconds ago when I checked.
Someone should get screencaps now, though, just to be on the safe side, if they haven’t already.
I kept thinking it was on his own pages, but now I know that it is on the forum pages. I was looking in the wrong place. Doh.
Re; #10 – I’d suggest quoting him some of the “turn the other cheek” portions of the bible.
But mentioning cheeks to Nicky in any context is almost certainly not advisable……
*snerk*
“Barefoot boy with cheek” he is not.
You guys really really really really got to read Bob Freeman’s blog again.
Nicky’s been back and he’s babbling about how he’s the son of a bill collector and that he’s going to hunt Bob down and he’s also flipping out about wordclay.
“Careful who you fuck with. Because now I got a little leverage on you. If you hate someone, never have your name listed on 411.com, I forgot a little hobby of mine — skiptracing, something I learned a long time ago because I am the son of a bill collector. I should send you a hefty little bill for that stunt you pulled on wordclay mother fucker. You will pay with your career for that one.”
LOL!! He’s a skip tracer now? Christ, he’s worst than Napoleon Dynamite. With all those skills, you’d think he would have achieved a bit more in his life than eating the government cheese in granny’s basement whilst sitting on his fat ass all day spouting slurs and other obscenities.
Do any of you remember a few years back when he bragged about his mother being a bill collector who ran skip traces as a hobby?
I certainly do. That was when he was on Xanga threatening the masses. His mother managed to track down several people Nicky had threatened. She must not have taught him well. Now he’s calling it his own “hobby,” yet he couldn’t figure out who valentinevegen was, and he can’t figure out who ETT is. It does explain his obsession with learning people’s real names, though.