Author Topic: Rant on timestation paris author.  (Read 824 times)

From about 2 years ago.

This man is a nonexistent figment of some other mans imagination due to the fact that after 3 hours of searching on 4 different search sites and 7 world databases I have found no record of a man known as David Evans the writer of the book Time Station Paris. Having come to this conclusion I will no longer read any books written by a ghost writer or under a pen name, nor will I ever read another book by this figment. If this man were to exist I would believe he lives somewhere on the west coast in a little sea side shack cruelly finding and destroying websites with his name so that students like me can not write a report on his books that can only be considered mediocre at best. If this project by some means manages to find it’s way to the actual author of this book I must include the following; you are now officially a hermit. I can only fathom a guess that this is actually a guy from the late 19th century and any written records of his life have been all but destroyed. After a bit of thinking I've realized that WWII would not have happened yet so my next best guess says that he is infact a savant (probably misspelled) and only knows how to write three stuffy science fiction novels based on time travel and nothing else. or maybe he has gone into the witness protection program and is now living on a farm in kentucky under the assumed name of Billy Bob. Maybe David Evans, if that is his actual name, is a man that has no access to a computer and does not read requests for publication of biography's and does not look at any newspapers at all. Or maybe this was an actual man who recently died and for some reason due to some kind of bizzaro mourning ritual all information about him has been removed from the known universe, in that case I am deeply sorry for your loss yadda yadda BLAHHHHHH.
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Ahem now then where was I... Oh yes I also have reason to belive that this man/woman/beast/thing is doing this for fun. in which case I have this to say; you sick man what the forget do you think you're doing. It's not loving funny, there are people out there, yes people other than your self and the man/woman/beast/thing that you are having relations with. you had better get your act together or else there could be serious legal actions taken against your sorry ass. Sincerly yours the 9th grader that went bald due to the stress you caused me trying to find a biography about you.

tl;dr I was pissed at the author.
« Last Edit: June 20, 2009, 08:05:54 PM by Hugums »

SO you're telling us you don't like Mark Twain anymore because of this? :(

SO you're telling us you don't like Mark Twain anymore because of this? :(
David Evans

Rip the book apart with your teeth.

Rip the book apart with your teeth.
Tried it and gave myself a root cbrown town

Tried it and gave myself a root cbrown town
cast a set of zinc teeth

cast a set of zinc teeth
Stainless steel is better. :D

Stainless steel is better. :D
Maybe if you have a foundry.

Maybe if you have a foundry.
Erm i may or may not have one of those lying around some where >_>

SO you're telling us you don't like Mark Twain anymore because of this? :(
Don't worry, he's just as guilty