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

I fucking love SovCits. If there is a God, Piggy will say the reason the order to pay Quasi is invalid is because he’s “the soul whose human entity is known as Patrick.Tomlinson, not the human itself” or something (I forget the exact wording they believe gets them out of worldly laws). In this dream we also get audio.
am i being detained, stalker child?
 
i moused over the scroll bar in my reader and saw there's a few things at the back of the book that i will definitely be going over, but in the meantime here's the "about the author" bit.

View attachment 5271110
Its love how the (extraordinarily fat) wannabe tough guy who wants to "infuriate and embarrass Harley riders" bought a British bike. He's an all-American tough guy who buys a Mustang because he'll feed you Pepperoni your teeth, but can't afford an used Indian, much less a Harley.

Normally I wouldn't dump on a guys choice in bike, two wheels is two wheels, but Pat is a fat faggot. I would be surprised if he's put 5000 miles on it, why get out and enjoy the road when there are Stalker Children on twitter X to engage with?
 
Normally I wouldn't dump on a guys choice in bike, two wheels is two wheels, but Pat is a fat faggot.
seriously. putting that kind of brand-loyalty bullshit in your author bio is beyond embarrassing.

if you're legit a HARLEY GUY from way back (like you persevered through the AMF years) ok, you have a disability, everyone understands. you're like the geezer still wearing his Gulf War baseball cap, it is what it is. that's the only possible case where specifying your fucking scooter marque is even conceivable

in the fantasy hypothetical universe in which gay virgin fatrick published another book, his updated bio would probably detail that he has a foldable samsung phone "specifically to infuriate iphone users."
 
seriously. putting that kind of brand-loyalty bullshit in your author bio is beyond embarrassing.

if you're legit a HARLEY GUY from way back (like you persevered through the AMF years) ok, you have a disability, everyone understands. you're like the geezer still wearing his Gulf War baseball cap, it is what it is. that's the only possible case where specifying your fucking scooter marque is even conceivable

in the fantasy hypothetical universe in which gay virgin fatrick published another book, his updated bio would probably detail that he has a foldable samsung phone "specifically to infuriate iphone users."
It's the equivalent of the computer guy saying that he uses Linux.
 
"a Triumph motorcycle bought specifically to embarrass and infuriate Harley riders" he's such a monumental faggot, as if any other biker of any kind pays attention to Rick other than to think "what a fat faggot".
Doesn't Pat own a street twin? That's the Triumph for dumbasses who won't buy a fuckin Bonneville cause why the fuck would you have any other Triumph?
 
Doesn't Pat own a street twin? That's the Triumph for dumbasses who won't buy a fuckin Bonneville cause why the fuck would you have any other Triumph?
He probably got the cheapest bike he could find on Craigslist/Facebook marketplace just to say he has one. And when people ask what kind of Harley he has (considering he's in Milwaukee, the birthplace of HD) he gets all flustered and childs them.
 
Apparently, Patrick is worried:
Dildo Patrick Worried.JPG
 

@OtherLastTrainHome thanks for another few chapters. Every Patrick book is a slog but at least this one seems to mostly be sticking to the sci-plot instead of wandering off into political commentary. For now.

What the heck is a Samoan? They're 11 generations in to their flight, everyone is born on the ship and there are no Earthlings alive. Again, what the heck is a Samoan? Patrick does this in all his books, he has a basic sci-fi idea like generation ships, implanted communication devices, and a marketplace for hacking software. He then fails to take these things to their logical conclusion or really put some thought into what would happen.

If you're on a generation ship people aren't "from" their old Earth places, that may sow division and a longing for a planet they'll never see again. You're all part of the ship now and that's your home. Maybe you identify with which segment of the habitat you're from. For the implants, who knows, sounds like you'd have trouble not broadcasting all the time. The Hacker Etsy from Starship Repo was a total mess. "One star! Did not allow me to hack the mainframe!" Seriously? Public reviews of illegal software? Good thinking, Pat.

As a minor nitpick, F=ma or the kinetic energy equation would be a better fit instead of E=mc^2. He got hit with a forceful object, it didn't convert its mass directly into energy. Patrick shouldn't try to make science jokes, it's too easy to check his work.

His idea that the itty bitty space pod would suddenly start accelerating towards the ship is laughable. Let's all take a look at the weakest force in the universe - Gravity. Here's the equation we'll be using thanks to Mr. Newton F=G(m1*m2)/r^2

From Wikipedia: "Newton's law of universal gravitation is usually stated as that every particle attracts every other particle in the universe with a force that is proportional to the product of their masses and inversely proportional to the square of the distance between their centers."

The Universal Gravitational Constant, the big G in the equation is a teeny tiny number. Really really small because gravity is a weak force. It's 6.674x10^-11 (plus units to balance out the equation) which means that when you multiply that number against whatever attraction you got between the objects it scales things wayyyyy down.

We're going to make two objects here, a little space pod that's 2 meters across and a big starship that's 1 kilometer across. The pod weighs 1kg and the starship 100,000kg. We have to go from the centers of each of these so I'm using round numbers and treating the spaceship as a sphere so half the width of the starship gives us 500 meters plus 100 ish meters distance Patrick has in his story plus one more for the center of the pod giving us a radius between the centers of the two masses of 601 meters.

We now plug the numbers into the equation, and we get 0.00000000001847724674
Newtons of force. That's not a lot. It's miniscule. Okay so I made really silly assumptions, the pod *has* to have a lot more mass so let's bump up it up by a factor of 1000. In fact, we'll bump everything up a ways! The pod now is 3 meters wide and the ship has a million kg of mass! Big, right? 0.00000018446540893541 N of force.

Sorry if your eyes are glazing over, I'll summarize: gravity is weak as shit, you need planetary masses to generate the kinds of acceleration Patrick wants for his story. He's never bothered to do some back of the napkin calculations to see if this is plausible, AND Patrick broke my computer when I tried to input his own mass for comparison.
 
What the heck is a Samoan? They're 11 generations in to their flight, everyone is born on the ship and there are no Earthlings alive. Again, what the heck is a Samoan? Patrick does this in all his books, he has a basic sci-fi idea like generation ships, implanted communication devices, and a marketplace for hacking software. He then fails to take these things to their logical conclusion or really put some thought into what would happen.
i read ahead into chapter 8 a little bit and i'm going to drop another political hammer on this. there was a "captain" mentioned in chapter 6 or so as being away. this refers to a character yet to be introduced but i'm going to post the passage.

Mahama was a tall, thin woman with tightly curled hair slowly giving way to silver. Her skin was a caramel hue common among the Ark’s citizens after eleven generations of interbreeding, but her sharp jawline, dark eyes, and wide nose revealed a proud ancestry tracing its roots back to Zimbabwe. The blue-over-green uniform that usually made the too-skinny crewmembers look like kids playing dress up, she wore with distinction. Benson wondered who her tailor was.
there is only a single other white male character in this story who is not named Bryan Benson, and that's Korolev from Chapter 2, who is Russian and even lower on the totem pole. all positions of high status and great power are occupied by women and minorities (sometimes, extreme minorities). maybe Laraby is white but he was frozen solid in vacuum and he's dead anyway so lol, irrelevant. Sal wasn't described but nobody is called Sal who isn't also part of an Italian or Sicilian Mafia.
 
What’s the fastest Pat has turned on someone for ever slightly questioning his narrative? I think it’s funny how one line from the Josiah tapes really stands out as this goes on “You don’t get to define reality, Patrick”. Basically anytime someone questions him, he throws a tantrum.

The entire trolling thing is basically him unable to understand that and then making it worse by suing people for calling him a fat, child abandoning faggot with Bitch tits.
 
i moused over the scroll bar in my reader and saw there's a few things at the back of the book that i will definitely be going over, but in the meantime here's the "about the author" bit.
So he's the son of a druggie whore and a rodeo clown.
There is nothing more peak Pat than listing his fucking Xitter tag in an 'About The Author.' Incredible.
So they can see him mindlessly chimping out and spamming CHILD CHILD CHILD CHILD CHILD hundreds of times a day. I'm sure that will impress people.
 
Got it in one!

Pat basically couldn't stop butting into conversations around the writers symposium - my own instance, an editor from Baen was showing me pictures of his new kid before Patty butted in - whining about how he will go to prison, that people have SWATTED his parents, he won't pay, can't pay even if he wanted to, he's gonna make the national media and rally SFWA...

Entire conversation hijacked, mood deflated. You could literally watch the joy drain from the new father's face as he desperately looked for the exit, any excuse to leave.

I meanwhile, put on my best sympathetic face and asked Pat to tell me more.

Easy to see why he's in such deep shit. He can't help but over engage and overshare. Has to be the center of attention.

He seems to be utterly convinced national media or SFWA will make him into a martyr, or ride to his rescue.

Also, obligatory, yes, he's fat in the way all those Midwestern alcoholics tend to be.

So... questions?
Glad to see you're back, I have a few questions if I'm not too late!
  1. When you say that Rick Kool-Aid Man'd his fat faggot self into your conversation, did he even bother introducing himself (and if so did he mention his Twitter handle) or did he just interject with his stlaker non sequitur?
  2. If I recall properly, last year he was trying to pitch his Tiny Tim sequel to other convention attendees, who found him awkward and desperate. I know the con keeps inviting him, but has his continued pattern of abnormal behavior made him an in/famous figure among other Gen-Con attendees?
  3. I'd like to know if he asked for any assistance. Did he ask you to signal boost his retarded struggle in person or through social media? I know you mentioned that he believes he'll be saved from a hell of his own making (delusional) but did he ask you for any legal or media connections?
  4. When you watch any of Pig's media appearances, he's unable to contain his glee whenever he satiating his victim narrative. When he subjected you to his "Why Us?" diatribe, did he exhibit any physical signs of excitement or happiness (smirking/smiling, raised cheeks, dilated pupils, non obesity/alcohol related blush)?
  5. Do you believe a water balloon filled with $1 of paint thrown at the periscopes can disable a tank as fast as a $150,000 Javelin missile?
 
Last edited:
It’s easy just throw the paint balloon at the periscope. Or at the thermal imaging gunner’s sight. Or throw it at the commander’s thermal camera. Hmm. Maybe throw it at the hatch where the commander can poke their head out and look around? Just make sure not to throw it where the remotely operated machine gun can spot you. That would be an oopsie doodle for sure!

IMG_1850.jpeg
 
Back