Patrick Sean Tomlinson / @stealthygeek / "Torque Wheeler" / @RealAutomanic / Kempesh / Padawan v2.5 - "Conservative" sci-fi author with TDS, armed "drunk with anger management issues" and terminated parental rights, actual tough guy, obese, paid Quasi, paid thousands to be repeatedly unbanned from Twitter

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Rate me late, but I couldn't not respond to this...
Jesus, he's still working on his dumb 'A Christmas Carol' ripoff:

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Reminder of what he's working on, for anyone new to the thread:

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What an ass.
Fat's writing hurts me on such a primal level. If he did research on anything worth knowing, then we wouldn't have all been educated on what the 'plane of the eclectic' was.

His bit on funeral cars on railways makes no sense.

It was decidedly colder in here, but of course it would be. The front two carriages played host to the mortal remains of the dearly departed and held no glass in their window frames. In summer, to vent the stench of rot away from the rest of the train. In winter, to let in the chill air to inhibit further decay until the bodies could be inhumed.

Fat doesn't understand anything. Trains don't have shared ventilation from one car to the next. If something stunk in one car, then the way to keep it from smelling up the other cars would be to keep the smell contained by closing all the doors and windows out of the car. No matter how intense the smell got in that one car, it wouldn't matter to everyone else, because it would have no way to reach them. The way the smell could reach them would be by venting the smell to the outside, where it would be carried to every car behind it. Those cars might have their windows down in order to get some fresh, cooling air, in which case the smell would be delivered straight to them. If the smell of the deceased were really that big a problem, then the casket cars would be stuck on the back of the train, where the smell would be carried away from the other cars.

Also, Fat must not have ever been to a funeral. Even back in the 1800s, they had embalming practices. The bodies carried in a funeral car wouldn't be fresh corpses producing foul odors from decay. They'd be specially prepared for death and enclosed in coffins. The smell would be minimal - if you got any at all. Funeral cars in San Francisco had an enclosed compartment in the same car as the mourners. Other style cars had the front of the car sectioned off with glass so that the passengers could see the casket. No smell problem.

And his thermodynamics sucks, too. In winter, the train cars in the 1800s would be cold whether you opened the windows or not. You wouldn't need to circulate cold air into the train when it would have been cold by default. In fact, the circulating of air to keep the coffins cool would have been of more use in the summer, when keeping the car closed could have turned it into something of an oven, and letting the air heated by the sun shining on the metal roof of the car get vented out and replaced by cooler outside air could actually make a difference.

What Fat did was just enough research to see a picture of a funeral train from England that didn't have windows on the front two cars, and then he assumed he was smart enough to explain that without any further research. He wasn't smart enough. If Fat actually did meaningful research, then his 'hacking' in Starship Repo would have had believable substance, instead of being the process of buying programs off of hacker Etsy.
 
If Fat actually did meaningful research, then his 'hacking' in Starship Repo would have had believable substance, instead of being the process of buying programs off of hacker Etsy.
Somewhat off-topic, but I really hate "Starship Repo" because that would rock as a hokey scifi story concept. If only Fatrick could write...
 
Rate me late, but I couldn't not respond to this...

Fat's writing hurts me on such a primal level. If he did research on anything worth knowing, then we wouldn't have all been educated on what the 'plane of the eclectic' was.

His bit on funeral cars on railways makes no sense.



Fat doesn't understand anything. Trains don't have shared ventilation from one car to the next. If something stunk in one car, then the way to keep it from smelling up the other cars would be to keep the smell contained by closing all the doors and windows out of the car. No matter how intense the smell got in that one car, it wouldn't matter to everyone else, because it would have no way to reach them. The way the smell could reach them would be by venting the smell to the outside, where it would be carried to every car behind it. Those cars might have their windows down in order to get some fresh, cooling air, in which case the smell would be delivered straight to them. If the smell of the deceased were really that big a problem, then the casket cars would be stuck on the back of the train, where the smell would be carried away from the other cars.

Also, Fat must not have ever been to a funeral. Even back in the 1800s, they had embalming practices. The bodies carried in a funeral car wouldn't be fresh corpses producing foul odors from decay. They'd be specially prepared for death and enclosed in coffins. The smell would be minimal - if you got any at all. Funeral cars in San Francisco had an enclosed compartment in the same car as the mourners. Other style cars had the front of the car sectioned off with glass so that the passengers could see the casket. No smell problem.

And his thermodynamics sucks, too. In winter, the train cars in the 1800s would be cold whether you opened the windows or not. You wouldn't need to circulate cold air into the train when it would have been cold by default. In fact, the circulating of air to keep the coffins cool would have been of more use in the summer, when keeping the car closed could have turned it into something of an oven, and letting the air heated by the sun shining on the metal roof of the car get vented out and replaced by cooler outside air could actually make a difference.

What Fat did was just enough research to see a picture of a funeral train from England that didn't have windows on the front two cars, and then he assumed he was smart enough to explain that without any further research. He wasn't smart enough. If Fat actually did meaningful research, then his 'hacking' in Starship Repo would have had believable substance, instead of being the process of buying programs off of hacker Etsy.
He doesn't understand how choo choo trains work but scifi channel please give this college dropout more speaking bits on shows about spaceships.
 
The baby that Fat mercilessly abandoned before she was even born just turned 10 years old in late January, I don't know the exact date but maybe the big meltdown on the 24th was a cope to avoid facing his abject failure as a man. Shine a light on his fabricated victimhood to distract his psyche away from any introspection about the deadbeat dad decade milestone.

Even by his own farcical version of the story, he equates tweeting about politics from his couch with the amount of effort he puts into being a part of her life (none) (L, A)
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The only "girl" of his he spends any money on:
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Hoping Annabelle had a happy 10th birthday with her daddy Johnathan and the rest of the family!
 
The baby that Fat mercilessly abandoned before she was even born just turned 10 years old in late January, I don't know the exact date but maybe the big meltdown on the 24th was a cope to avoid facing his abject failure as a man. Shine a light on his fabricated victimhood to distract his psyche away from any introspection about the deadbeat dad decade milestone.

Even by his own farcical version of the story, he equates tweeting about politics from his couch with the amount of effort he puts into being a part of her life (none) (L, A)
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The only "girl" of his he spends any money on:
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Hoping Annabelle had a happy 10th birthday with her daddy Johnathan and the rest of the family!
Owning s V6 'stang and calling it my girl is like being a sci-fi writer and knowing fuck all about the sci part... Oh wait
 
tfw you own a Mustang but it's a V6
As if we needed any more proof he is gay. First, why would you get the most overrated mediocrity of a muscle car in the first place, and if you did, why would you buy one with a weaksauce engine like that. That may be one of the worst car buying decisions you could make.
 
As if we needed any more proof he is gay. First, why would you get the most overrated mediocrity of a muscle car in the first place, and if you did, why would you buy one with a weaksauce engine like that. That may be one of the worst car buying decisions you could make.
His car's name is Susan, child.

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Named after a Babylon 5 character:

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As if we needed any more proof he is gay. First, why would you get the most overrated mediocrity of a muscle car in the first place, and if you did, why would you buy one with a weaksauce engine like that. That may be one of the worst car buying decisions you could make.
i mean he could be bragging about buying a faggy red truck via predatory credit.

i find it hilarious how he brags so much and has so much pride in that car when it is a pretty common car, there is nothing special about it at all. in terms of cool cars it's pretty lame. in terms of muscle cars his is on the weak end. in terms of expensive cars it isnt anything to brag about if that's your thing. it's not even a particularity aesthetically pleasing car either.

in short, fatrick is a retard fat faggot with a retard faggot car. he's also fat.
 
Anyone who drives a Mustang is a douchebag. No exceptions. Which is precisely why it would be Fatprick's first car choice.
Everything is part of the larp with him. If it wasn't a mustang it would be some other muscle car. Maybe a pickup but the association with conservative rednecks would probably deter him from owning one.
 
One of the funniest Pat pics I've ever seen is the one when he took a picture of "Susan's" odometer and his knees were weirdly close together, like no man would sit that way unless A) He puts his nuts in his lap. B) He basically tucks nuts like a tranny and sits on them. or C) He has very, very tiny nuts that allow him to bring his knees close together while sitting, where it would be painful for the average nut sized man.
 
And he wins prizes with it?
That question mark is valid, because he lies about really, really obvious shit all the time. He's exactly the sort of person who would lie about that while also being exactly the kind of autist who would think that lie made him look better, that bragging about working on a model for two years then redoing it was worth saying, and that he could post photographic evidence and other model spergs couldn't tell in a heartbeat that he was bullshitting in some form.

Making models is like a lot of hobbies, where if you do it very well it's impressive - as long as you ignore the amount of time it's taken to do it that well. But it's Rick, who I don't think has done anything positive impressively well his entire life. Much easier to just lie that you're really impressive and deny the doubters, child.
 
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