Today, Gagstine aka Valentine Vegan posted a tribute to Barbara Malanky on his blog. Why?
Simple. Attention.
You may think it was to help his friend, whose lack of a tribute to Barbara I pointed out yesterday. A friend would have either insisted Nicky do it on his own blog or made it for him so Nicky could paste it on his own.
You make think it was an honest tribute. No. Did he know her personally? Were they friends? I stand by my no.
You make think it was a snark at me for suggesting Nicky should have done it a long time ago. Wow that is a really lame snark. I don't mean lame as in using the death of someone else for a joke, I mean lame as in he lacks the ability to make people laugh intentionally.
So why did he do it?
Simple. Attention.
It was brought up, and recently Nicky has been getting tons of attention. His thread on SomethingAwful along is over 200,000 views. Dagstine tried a different approach as of late, which was to follow Philbin around and be his yes man. Wherever Mike posts, Lawrence follows sometimes the first to reply, and it is always a blatant display of ass kissing.
So, seeing yesterday that there was something to be done that would have made someone, Nicky, look like less of a monster, he seized on it. He thought that if Nicky doing that would have lessened his monster appearance to the world, and it has yet to be done, he could get in on that.
More than anything though, he'd be the center of attention, of only for a few minutes, if only a sliver of the time his former bitch and punching bag Nicky gets. He has tried using Nicky in the past desperately to bask in some of the attention Pacione gets and never has had any success.
First he was published by him, then he interviewed him taking shots at Nicky's enemies too, then he turned on Nicky and tried aligning himself with Nicky's foes... all these things he has done have revolved around Nicky like a desperate cancer-faking moon trying to get the same amount of sunlight Planet Pacione gets, and so far has a failed orbit.
That's all it was, and this post is giving too much attention to this pathetic monster who proved at least he reads me. Funny that he has never posted here before as himself. He can I won't delete his posts, but he is scared to.
That's ok Larry. As long as you are hiding in a corner somewhere occasionally trying to get people to notice you and not stalking women and others that is fine with me. Gives us more time to expose Nicky.
But I promise you this: You try stalking anyone again, and I get word of it, Nicky will lose his title of Tard in this blog and we will expose more than you'd ever want the world to know about you.
Remember that.
Now hurry the sun is burning your scalp you need to run back to the shadow of Philbin where it's safe.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Here It Is
A little different than I remembered, but I was close. Below, you will come across
I can just see what he is capable of as a writer -- I never got to see his work yet but I have a feeling he is going to be trying to come out of my shadow a lot. I left a huge shadow on the internet -- my other cousin, three years younger than I am, could not get out of the shadow and he could not deliver the goods with his website. Ripped off every picture he could find on the internet to make his site; but he basically gave everything up there -- he tried to get an online journal but parajournal closed down before he even had a chance to really get things off the ground. I have a few invites codes on some other journals but I am trying to save those for who ever needs them and I want to get my cousins going again on the web -- especially now because they are going to need an outlet for all that they are going through right now.
I can relate because of my other cousin (maritial cousin) went through when he lost his mother because of MS; the parents came to Chicago for the funeral and they came over for two hours before they had to go back to their hotel because they needed to get back on a plane from Midway Airport in Chicago to fly back into Tampa/St. Petersburg Regional back in Florida. Their hotel was in Elgin, Illinois, where she was buried -- I don't even know. But here I am now -- at home with a lot of thoughts on my mind because Christmas is going to be coming in a few days, and with the thought that * is gone, ********* ****** *****
I am prepared for all the calls my uncle is going to get over here so it is going to be very hard to call Jamie up at times because of all the calls that are coming in. It is strange that I was actually able to talk to him civilly -- usually it is a communication of silence with a lot of dirty looks. The * who died last year was a high school teacher -- the younger sister works in a school as well. She also lost a husband -- a widow, he died of lung cancer in 1998. I never had the chance to go to his funeral and his last words to me were something about that I had a gift but I was too dark about it, it was something that I was dealing with when I first discovered what I am able of -- scares me to death at times because I wonder if that is really me who is doing the writing.
I had wrote an email to the discussion list about the death in the family and how strange the holidays are going to be without * now, the uncle's who she changed the life of and became a mother to my cousin basically is trying to find out who he is again. I can just imagine if that is me -- what * did for him is what the * family did when my mother married into them, since I was without the biological father they became that side of the family. They've been my family since May 17, 1986, and I am thankful for that. My martial grandmother convinced me to pick up a book and read -- and the first book I read was Charlie and the Chocolate Factory when I was ten. Then I found the book that would begin to change my life forever -- Jaws.
A year to two years later, I gained a best friend who I had been friends with for a long time now -- since we were 13. The one picture that I remember that they took of us was when I was wearing a Simpsons shirt and had a pair of glasses on, and he was towering over me by a few inches. Still towers over me except I am a bit heavier and taller than I was then.
She wanted to speak to her mother -- I couldn't refuse that but with being an artist it is always hard to really drop everything especially when one is really focused. I sometimes wonder when travelling and where I can find a computer to update this journal. It makes me wonder how these other writers with kids work without any disturbances; that is one of the reasons I sleep during the day. So I know when I can get all this done, where I can get a lot of my brainstorming in the phases where I have the focus to write.
The entry that I wrote on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day is the sequel to the one I wrote on 2 Dec 2002. This one is titled Hours of the Subsiding. I never thought that I would have so many -- but the only time I really had this many entries was in October of 2001. I basically shocked the hell out of myself when I was able to bring this entry out of me -- this is one that is just as dark as the one that I wrote a few days ago. But by far, I have to say that Reflections Fading has to be one of the darkest that I have written as far as my emotions go -- being that this Christmas holiday would be one of those that basically was not the same because of the * being gone.
It was hard to work when the relatives are over from Chicago especially since the one spends more time on here, makes it hard for me get some writing done especially since patience is not a vitue that she has. Even since she was a kid -- but when I write -- I know that I have to stay with it because if I don't, it ends up being lost.
She wanted to speak to her mother -- I couldn't refuse that but with being an artist it is always hard to really drop everything especially when one is really focused.
2002-12-21 07:42:00
I had been trying to sift through all the email I recieve and a lot of the thoughts I have on the mind before I go to sleep here need to be put in the open. I stayed behind when the relatives went to the funeral for my uncle's **** ********** ****. He is a nervous wreck knowing that * is gone. I was also sifting around another journal site which I might get my cousin going on there because he is also a writer and he has an email address as of now; which now I am going to get him started on an online journal but not sure if how I am going to do this because he don't have anywhere which he can post his pictures at -- and right now he is going through a lot because of hip surgery, poor kid. Not even 18 years old and having to go through more than one surgery.I can just see what he is capable of as a writer -- I never got to see his work yet but I have a feeling he is going to be trying to come out of my shadow a lot. I left a huge shadow on the internet -- my other cousin, three years younger than I am, could not get out of the shadow and he could not deliver the goods with his website. Ripped off every picture he could find on the internet to make his site; but he basically gave everything up there -- he tried to get an online journal but parajournal closed down before he even had a chance to really get things off the ground. I have a few invites codes on some other journals but I am trying to save those for who ever needs them and I want to get my cousins going again on the web -- especially now because they are going to need an outlet for all that they are going through right now.
I can relate because of my other cousin (maritial cousin) went through when he lost his mother because of MS; the parents came to Chicago for the funeral and they came over for two hours before they had to go back to their hotel because they needed to get back on a plane from Midway Airport in Chicago to fly back into Tampa/St. Petersburg Regional back in Florida. Their hotel was in Elgin, Illinois, where she was buried -- I don't even know. But here I am now -- at home with a lot of thoughts on my mind because Christmas is going to be coming in a few days, and with the thought that * is gone, ********* ****** *****
I am prepared for all the calls my uncle is going to get over here so it is going to be very hard to call Jamie up at times because of all the calls that are coming in. It is strange that I was actually able to talk to him civilly -- usually it is a communication of silence with a lot of dirty looks. The * who died last year was a high school teacher -- the younger sister works in a school as well. She also lost a husband -- a widow, he died of lung cancer in 1998. I never had the chance to go to his funeral and his last words to me were something about that I had a gift but I was too dark about it, it was something that I was dealing with when I first discovered what I am able of -- scares me to death at times because I wonder if that is really me who is doing the writing.
I had wrote an email to the discussion list about the death in the family and how strange the holidays are going to be without * now, the uncle's who she changed the life of and became a mother to my cousin basically is trying to find out who he is again. I can just imagine if that is me -- what * did for him is what the * family did when my mother married into them, since I was without the biological father they became that side of the family. They've been my family since May 17, 1986, and I am thankful for that. My martial grandmother convinced me to pick up a book and read -- and the first book I read was Charlie and the Chocolate Factory when I was ten. Then I found the book that would begin to change my life forever -- Jaws.
A year to two years later, I gained a best friend who I had been friends with for a long time now -- since we were 13. The one picture that I remember that they took of us was when I was wearing a Simpsons shirt and had a pair of glasses on, and he was towering over me by a few inches. Still towers over me except I am a bit heavier and taller than I was then.
2002-12-27 01:25:00
December of 2002 would have to be my most productive as far as my writing goes in the literary journal -- the most that I had ever written anywhere else. I never thought that I would actually get that much out of me. Must be because of lost time that I had in 1998, since I lost the journal I had in 1998 -- that was one where I was productive in the handwriting department. One of the entries that I had penned -- I wrote on Christmas Eve, tweaked it some on Christmas Day. It was hard to work when the relatives are over from Chicago especially since the one spends more time on here, makes it hard for me get some writing done especially since patience is not a vitue that she has. Even since she was a kid -- but when I write -- I know that I have to stay with it because if I don't, it ends up being lost.She wanted to speak to her mother -- I couldn't refuse that but with being an artist it is always hard to really drop everything especially when one is really focused. I sometimes wonder when travelling and where I can find a computer to update this journal. It makes me wonder how these other writers with kids work without any disturbances; that is one of the reasons I sleep during the day. So I know when I can get all this done, where I can get a lot of my brainstorming in the phases where I have the focus to write.
The entry that I wrote on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day is the sequel to the one I wrote on 2 Dec 2002. This one is titled Hours of the Subsiding. I never thought that I would have so many -- but the only time I really had this many entries was in October of 2001. I basically shocked the hell out of myself when I was able to bring this entry out of me -- this is one that is just as dark as the one that I wrote a few days ago. But by far, I have to say that Reflections Fading has to be one of the darkest that I have written as far as my emotions go -- being that this Christmas holiday would be one of those that basically was not the same because of the * being gone.
Why Nicky Is Going To Hell or Nicky Uses The Deaths of Others For His Own Gain
"Jaen you're way out of line with this one, and since you pissed on a dead authors grave with your act that is personal."Nicky got bested by Baxter and in order to get back at her, he once again uses Barbara Malenky's death for his own benefit.
" The bitch ruined the legacy of Barbara Malenky. Jaen you're way out of line with this one, and since you pissed on a dead authors grave with your act that is personal."A few months ago someone on Shocklines brought up Barbara's' death and most on the board expressed sadness. Nicky acted as if he knew about this already, but if so he had never spoken a word about it prior or made any kind of remembrance on any of his hundred blogs or book dedications.
In that Shocklines thread, Nicky chimed in. He didn't just confirm she died, he made a point to tell you the projects of HIS she was in and where you could buy them. He then went around and tried reselling his previous titles using her death as a new angle. And now that Jane punked him for the world to see, he is using Barbara's name again, never having actually said any last words about her, as a shield to protect himself.
But this isn't the first time Nicky has done that.
Someone at his high school killed himself, and even though Nicky wasn't his friend and didn't like him, Nicky wrote about his death numerous times in stories you had to pay to read.
A few of his former classmates murdered a cab driver years ago, and again even though Nicky didn't know any of those involved, he felt the need to write about it as if he did to link his name with them.
Same with a local newscaster who was murdered.
Same with the Columbine victims.
Same with those who perrished in 9/11.
Think the last one was bad? Nicky tried his hardest to sell "Quakes and Storms" using the 2004 Tsunami tragedy to market it. At least 225,000 people died in that, and even though Nicky told you to buy "Quakes and Storms" to help them, they never saw a dime. Not just because no one really bought it, but because what little money he got from it he never donated to the Red Cross as promised. Of course we all know now he then tried using the same book to "help" Katrina victims in a move to cover his own disgusting jokes about the victims of that tragedy. And we know that even though he tried selling that book using them, even though he would retort to anyone to critisized it's poor quality and plaguerizing editor with the idea that in doing that you were hurting Katrina victims, he didn't send any money to the Red Cross for them either.
He will use the deaths of others to promote his writing and his own name.
He will tell anyone who correctly thinks his books are shit that they are desicrating the memories of the dead by criticizing him.
And he will keep whatever money is sent via him intended to go towards the dead and their families.
Does he disrespect the dead? Always. He wished for the death of his ex's mother and bragged that he had planned to party on her grave complete with urinating on it. In the past year he has made terrible remarks towards his enemies by using their deceased relatives in his insults over and over again.
In fact, his views towards the death of others is so cold, that I refrained from posting one of his old blogs because it even bothered me how he disrespected the dead. I will have to dig it out, but basically...
There was a time years ago where he thought he had a girlfriend online (she didn't think the same way about him, and when he discovered she was a lesbian he felt betrayed) and loved chatting with her online. He was living at his grandparents by this point. Anyway, his aunt died, and in one blog he dedicated about two sentences in a blog to her memory, then went back to promoting his work.
To me, the worst part was when he was complaining about the funeral arrangements. Apparently relatives came from out of town for the funeral, and a number of them needed to use a computer to check their email to contact relatives elsewhere. Nicky was more upset that they needed to check their email which gave
I would like to think that someday someone will show the family of Barbara what Nicky is doing using her death, but I would rather they never have to be bothered with him or that.
Nicky, you little plagiarizer, you do more to disrespect the dead than all of your enemies combined. You are a worthless failure and worthy of the same disrespect when you pass on.
However, your enemies will have more class when that happens than you.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Russle Wolf / Theodore Vincent Wolfe
Hi folks. Sorry I've been busy moving and haven't had a chance to jump in here as of late, but whenever possible I have been checking in on the lulz. Everything from the Philbin and Dagstine Show to of course, Nicky.
I am coming back don't worry. I have tards to expose as well as balding, cancer-faking psychopaths who, along with his UK boyfriend, think that it's ok to stalk women in real life if they punk you online. The latter is my new passion, but Nicky will get equal time so don't worry.
Why I am here
This morning before I went back to work, I saw that Janrae had linked to another blog of Nicky's where he said the following
With the exception of that douchebag in Brooklyn and his top partner, everyone else knows better than to believe what Nicky tells you. He hates his father that is no secret, in fact if you track back on this blog you'll see he doesn't call him a father but a "sperm donor".
Anyway, Russle Wolf? Anyone here ever heard of Theo Wolfe? That was Nicky's pen name some years ago.
Yes, I know, lately he has been bragging that he has always written under his real name, that is a lie, just like him telling you he is 100% original and not a plagiarizer.
Theodore Vincent Wolfe is just like every lead character in Nicky's work in that he has a female companion, which Nicky hasn't had in a decade. Oddly enough when Nicky created Theo, he made sure his wife had the same first name as his last girlfriend.
I am coming back don't worry. I have tards to expose as well as balding, cancer-faking psychopaths who, along with his UK boyfriend, think that it's ok to stalk women in real life if they punk you online. The latter is my new passion, but Nicky will get equal time so don't worry.
Why I am here
This morning before I went back to work, I saw that Janrae had linked to another blog of Nicky's where he said the following
"The cousin who did that family tree page couldn’t do the complex structure being that my father is Russell Wolf."
With the exception of that douchebag in Brooklyn and his top partner, everyone else knows better than to believe what Nicky tells you. He hates his father that is no secret, in fact if you track back on this blog you'll see he doesn't call him a father but a "sperm donor".
Anyway, Russle Wolf? Anyone here ever heard of Theo Wolfe? That was Nicky's pen name some years ago.
Yes, I know, lately he has been bragging that he has always written under his real name, that is a lie, just like him telling you he is 100% original and not a plagiarizer.
Theodore Vincent Wolfe is just like every lead character in Nicky's work in that he has a female companion, which Nicky hasn't had in a decade. Oddly enough when Nicky created Theo, he made sure his wife had the same first name as his last girlfriend.
Russle Wolf / Theodore Vincent Wolfe - Anyone else suspicious? Even I, who has a deep knowledge of Nicky's life and cannot reveal why as of right now, have never known the name of the man who had sex with a very underage girl and made a madman. There are pros and cons that this is his real father's name
Pro: "Theo Wolfe's" family in the story below uses real names, such as "Melanie".
Con: Nicky hates his father, but probably wouldn't want you writting to the prison he is current residing in and getting dirt on him.
For those of you hungry for dirt on Nicky, I present to you Theo Wolfe's piece about Nicky's horrible on the job accident that was so bad, it warranted "Theo" to write a story about it. For those of you new to the world of Nicky, prepare to read hundreds of words written about a slacker who got a paper cut at work and was traumatized by it for life. Enjoy.
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