![]() Now, in 1995 I was blissfully unaware of any of this. The text transcript does not properly convey the bitter disappointment in Ellison’s voice in the actual video where he recounted this. ![]() “This guy was such a jerk-a-zoid that 5 years later when Sputnik went up I came back from where I was, I think I was on leave from the army, and I came back to find this yutz so that I could point out to him – show him the article, which I still had, and show it to him and say, “How does this make you feel, you pin head?” But, unfortunately, he escaped my wrath because he died. In an op-ed piece vilifying the Sci-Fi channel he displayed a saved 1952 newspaper clipping where a local reporter in Cleveland had mocked and trivialized his teenage forecasts of space travel: He is at once a man who will tell you exactly what’s on his fucking mind, and a man infamous for making up stories about his past to see just what level of outrageous lies he could get onto a book jacket. Ellison’s hatred refuses to be pigeonholed so easily, overflowing its boundaries with a combustive energy of creation that reduces even our hottest eruptions of nerdrage here on the Show to mere Fourth of July sparklers waving feebly in the face of Krakatoa. Actually, the truth is a tad more complicated than that, as he has expressed already in his own inimicable and inexorable fashion. For one thing, you might already be aware that he hates the Internet.
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