Thursday, October 11, 2018

Well, well, well.

One publishes a some negative remarks on The Phoblographer's "Emulsion" shit-show, and one finds oneself shortly after subscribed to some magazines that one is not interested in.

It does not take a rocket scientist to guess the process here. Chris cannot even be bothered to email me back denying it, and while I cannot be bothered to do the work necessary to construct a hard link (or the absence of such a link) I am morally certain Mr. Gampat decided to sign me up for a few rags in a fit of pique, because he is an immature little prat.

Happily, I can cancel subscriptions rather more quickly than he can sign me up for them, so it's asymmetrical the wrong way around. Not surprising, really. Our boy ain't particularly sharp.

Naturally, this will not deter me. If Chris is so foolish as to attempt further print efforts, I will be reviewing them as well. He should probably attempt to make sure they're not garbage, if he wants a good review.

Something to keep in mind if you're considering some business adventure with this particular young grifter.


  1. The murky world of internet camera touching. Stop pissing on Gumpats chips! He's an artist. He'll probably try and get your crit taken down under DMCA given half a chance.

    1. Gumpats? Who or what is Gumpats??

      Best, Thomas

    2. But his chips are so absorbent!

    3. Well, this leads us to the second question: Who peed on the Gumpats' rug? You know, that rug really tied the room together!

      - And now finish your broccoli, or the Gumpats is going to get you!