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Troll #4 “Revolutionary Guard”

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The troll hereaboveforewith illustrated is the particularly Portuguese version of the archetype, view but the archetype is an international one. He is a late-middle-aged man, in this case a just-taken-early-retirement secondary school teacher who spends his now empty days with reading biographies of left wing politicians, spending too much time in the bars and cafés pontificating and postulating and proselytising about the evils of fascism and/or capitalism (the Portuguese version above is prone to saying “FashSEEEEESSHTA” too often) and reading and quickly responding to the online newspaper opinion columns. The Portuguese version here is a member of the communist party which is inexplicably still regarded as not a joke. In Britain, for example, he would be a member of the Labour Party, firmly OLD Labour.

He has his own blog which has no readers where he writes dismal tracts about poetry and socialism. He spends his afternoons and evenings (while his wife gets home from work and puts the dinner and laundry on) online, looking for “so-called academics” so he can call them “so-called academics” and fascists and idiots for questioning ANYTHING that isn’t covered by his very own version of socialist doctrine. He writes huge comments in overly complicated language, thinking he’s being clever, and gets into arguments with his fellow trolls about particularly uninteresting points barely mentioned in the original blog post or newspaper article. He has quite high blood pressure. He is a git.

Troll #5 “Manga Mama”

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She recently had her first baby, and though the father is around, he’s even more passive agressive than she is. This leads her to spend much of her time online, alone, with the baby slung over her shoulder or clamped to her breast.

The baby, Porphyrea, is much loved, but has in no small way disrupted her life… she barely gets time to disinfect her belly piercing, (the nipple ones have had to go), so feels quite resentful that she isn’t 24 hours with the perfect hair and makeup for her rôle in life, that of manga-pixie-suicide-girl-cutie-pie. She takes her resentment out online, forging deep friendships in mothering forums and blogs by like-dressing girls, only to dash those friendships on the virtual rocks by willfully taking offense from not particularly offensive remarks that aren’t made at her anyway. It is not unknown for her to suggest that she is about to commit troll suicide in very vague terms, leading to a huge upsurge in traffic involving HER.
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She recently had her first baby, seek and though the father is around, health he’s even more passive agressive than she is. This leads her to spend much of her time online, alone, with the baby slung over her shoulder or clamped to her breast.

The baby, Porphyrea, is much loved, but has in no small way disrupted her life… she barely gets time to disinfect her belly piercing, (the nipple ones have had to go), so feels quite resentful that she isn’t 24 hours with the perfect hair and makeup for her rôle in life, that of manga-pixie-suicide-girl-cutie-pie. She takes her resentment out online, forging deep friendships in mothering forums and blogs by like-dressing girls, only to dash those friendships on the virtual rocks by willfully taking offense from not particularly offensive remarks that aren’t made at her anyway. It is not unknown for her to suggest that she is about to commit troll suicide in very vague terms, leading to a huge upsurge in traffic involving HER.
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His vitriol knows no limits and leaves nasty snipey comments in blog posts, sometimes in a half jokey manner, trying to be clever with his nasty arsey thoughts.

He will end up alone after he alienates everyone in the real world. His only friend will be a bottle of whiskey.
buy viagra on Flickr” href=”http://www.flickr.com/photos/unkemptwomen/5006228734/”>troll8By day, he is a mild-mannered social worker. Gentle and kind, he works with under-privileged children or in a drug rehab unit. He is committed to using the correct terminology for every minority condition, and gently and oh so quietly corrects people if they say the wrong thing, like “midget” (little person) or “crackhead fucker” (person of high addictive propensity). He is shy and stutters when ordering even coffee over the counter, especially if it is a girl serving the coffee.

By night, he is “Totenkopf – the Destroyer”. It gives him a sharp thrill to bombard the internet with insane bilious abuse, conjuring images in his comments of violent acts on “sub-humans”, inciting jihad on the jihadists, and willfully seeking to insult (violently and disgustingly, with more shit, blood, bile and piss than you might generally be comfortable with) by saying the unsayable. In one evening of hellfire, he will loudly defend — in separate places — gulags, Guantanamo, lynchings, pogroms, gas chambers, shock and awe, with no affiliations to anything except the unspeakable.

It’s not that he actually believes or desires any of the shit that exudes from his skinny little fingers onto the keyboard — he couldn’t, he contradicts himself with every paragraph — he just craves like a drug the exhilaration that it brings.
Troll #6 “Caged Crusader”

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On the outside, sickness this troll would not seem to be the prime candidate for being a troll. He has a decent job, is quite well educated, is reasonably paid, is not a virgin, might even have a wife and family. However, he is a very bitter man. So bitter that he is seething with rage… not about things that might matter, let’s say hunger in the third world or unjustified violence, no. He seethes with jealousy…. and the best place for him to express that is the internet, where he can be anonymous (he thinks he is quite technically capable, but barely understands the power of the I.P. address). He HATES anyone he perceives as more talented than him. Or who has attained more than him. Or is a woman with any kind of talent. Or is a foreigner who has something to say about their adopted country. Worst is a foreign woman with some talent who has something to say about her adopted country (you MIGHT guess that I have a problem with this arsehole).

His vitriol knows no limits and leaves nasty snipey comments in blog posts, sometimes in a half jokey manner, trying to be clever with his nasty arsey thoughts.

He will end up alone after he alienates everyone in the real world. His only friend will be a bottle of whiskey.

 

 

Troll #7 “Girl Next Door”

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This is one troll who ISN’T anonymous and is really an accidental troll. She is your next door neighbour, or your cousin, or you work colleague, or someone you met once and unthinkingly gave your blog address. She is a bit difficult, a bit humourless and a bit thick. She is also extremely politically correct. She doesn’t understand that your blog is not entirely real and leaves comments on your blog saying things like “but you don’t really look like that” and “that didn’t exactly happen like that, did it” not understanding that your blog persona is a big fat show off and the big fat show off is surpressed in day to day life. For a while she becomes your most assiduous reader – she’s fact checking – but after a while she just gives up, realizing that she just doesn’t understand the whole blogging thing.

Troll #8 “Totenkopf”

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By day, he is a mild-mannered social worker. Gentle and kind, he works with under-privileged children or in a drug rehab unit. He is committed to using the correct terminology for every minority condition, and gently and oh so quietly corrects people if they say the wrong thing, like “midget” (little person) or “crackhead fucker” (person of high addictive propensity). He is shy and stutters when ordering even coffee over the counter, especially if it is a girl serving the coffee.

By night, he is “Totenkopf – the Destroyer”. It gives him a sharp thrill to bombard the internet with insane bilious abuse, conjuring images in his comments of violent acts on “sub-humans”, inciting jihad on the jihadists, and willfully seeking to insult (violently and disgustingly, with more shit, blood, bile and piss than you might generally be comfortable with) by saying the unsayable. In one evening of hellfire, he will loudly defend — in separate places — gulags, Guantanamo, lynchings, pogroms, gas chambers, shock and awe, with no affiliations to anything except the unspeakable.

It’s not that he actually believes or desires any of the shit that exudes from his skinny little fingers onto the keyboard — he couldn’t, he contradicts himself with every paragraph — he just craves like a drug the exhilaration that it brings.

 

 

Troll #9 “Athena”

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In the real world, she is just a bit lost up her own arse. At least two divorces behind her, she used to beguile, but soon bored her husbands with her insane demands for attention on her terms. She lives expensively on the alimony and buys expensive clothes from special ladies’ boutiques, the kind you might find in Bath.

On-line she strikes the the unwary forum dweller and blog owner, first with compliments and agreement, but soon she cannot contain herself and it’s all “oh, DARLING, why didn’t you ask ME? I could have told you THAT!” and “AS an artist, I know only too well that….” and “I’M a PROFESSIONAL designer, and I have a strategy with my clients which…” and “Of course, as a novelist, I discovered that…”. Everything you say, SHE already knew it, ten years ago, twenty years ago, when she was an actress, when she was a TV producer, when she was a famous photographer. If you write about mothering, SHE’ll give you advice, although she has never HAD children, only step-grandchildren from one of her failed marriages. If you write about living in Greenland, SHE lived there for several years in the sixties (or rather, she didn’t). No one has ever heard of her, of course, but as she goes anonymously under the name of “Athena”, she assumes that YOU will assume that she is a genuine middlingly famous novelist photographer artist designer adventurer who doesn’t need to trade on her fame to have friends on the internet. She is not.

Troll #10 “Tokyo Dreamer”

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He is an Emo-Hipster who spends half of each day getting ready to go out and the other half walking up and down the high street looking lanky. His hair his so straightened that it always looks greasy, his skin as pale as the glow from his laptop. He is an unfathomably enthusiastic fan of some band or other, like U2 or Tokyo Hotel… the kind of band that for some reason garners that kind of extreme fanship, when, as we all know, they’re not that good.

Online, he exists as a more flamboyant version of himself with accounts on all the social networking sites; facebook, bebo, myspace, deviantart (where he prowls around, appreciating emo-manga-crap-art) and several that you’ve never heard of, to keep the world up to date with his day to day thoughts on his existence and the odd photo of him vomiting into the gutter.

A large part of this online life is his band fan-dom, running various fanclub pages in various places and he scours the net for the merest mention of his FAVE band oh. my. god. they SPEAK to my SOUL, whoever they might be and rains down insults, abuse and sometimes even death threats on any unsuspecting blogger or twitterer who might have, in passing, denegrated the [frankly shoddy] work of his BEST BAND EVAH!
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On the outside, viagra sale this troll would not seem to be the prime candidate for being a troll. He has a decent job, ailment is quite well educated, is reasonably paid, is not a virgin, might even have a wife and family. However, he is a very bitter man. So bitter that he is seething with rage… not about things that might matter, let’s say hunger in the third world or unjustified violence, no. He seethes with jealousy…. and the best place for him to express that is the internet, where he can be anonymous (he thinks he is quite technically capable, but barely understands the power of the I.P. address). He HATES anyone he perceives as more talented than him. Or who has attained more than him. Or is a woman with any kind of talent. Or is a foreigner who has something to say about their adopted country. Worst is a foreign woman with some talent who has something to say about her adopted country (you MIGHT guess that I have a problem with this arsehole).

His vitriol knows no limits and leaves nasty snipey comments in blog posts, sometimes in a half jokey manner, trying to be clever with his nasty arsey thoughts.

He will end up alone after he alienates everyone in the real world. His only friend will be a bottle of whiskey.

 

 

Troll #7 “Girl Next Door”

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This is one troll who ISN’T anonymous and is really an accidental troll. She is your next door neighbour, or your cousin, or you work colleague, or someone you met once and unthinkingly gave your blog address. She is a bit difficult, a bit humourless and a bit thick. She is also extremely politically correct. She doesn’t understand that your blog is not entirely real and leaves comments on your blog saying things like “but you don’t really look like that” and “that didn’t exactly happen like that, did it” not understanding that your blog persona is a big fat show off and the big fat show off is surpressed in day to day life. For a while she becomes your most assiduous reader – she’s fact checking – but after a while she just gives up, realizing that she just doesn’t understand the whole blogging thing.

Troll #8 “Totenkopf”

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By day, he is a mild-mannered social worker. Gentle and kind, he works with under-privileged children or in a drug rehab unit. He is committed to using the correct terminology for every minority condition, and gently and oh so quietly corrects people if they say the wrong thing, like “midget” (little person) or “crackhead fucker” (person of high addictive propensity). He is shy and stutters when ordering even coffee over the counter, especially if it is a girl serving the coffee.

By night, he is “Totenkopf – the Destroyer”. It gives him a sharp thrill to bombard the internet with insane bilious abuse, conjuring images in his comments of violent acts on “sub-humans”, inciting jihad on the jihadists, and willfully seeking to insult (violently and disgustingly, with more shit, blood, bile and piss than you might generally be comfortable with) by saying the unsayable. In one evening of hellfire, he will loudly defend — in separate places — gulags, Guantanamo, lynchings, pogroms, gas chambers, shock and awe, with no affiliations to anything except the unspeakable.

It’s not that he actually believes or desires any of the shit that exudes from his skinny little fingers onto the keyboard — he couldn’t, he contradicts himself with every paragraph — he just craves like a drug the exhilaration that it brings.

 

 

Troll #9 “Athena”

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In the real world, she is just a bit lost up her own arse. At least two divorces behind her, she used to beguile, but soon bored her husbands with her insane demands for attention on her terms. She lives expensively on the alimony and buys expensive clothes from special ladies’ boutiques, the kind you might find in Bath.

On-line she strikes the the unwary forum dweller and blog owner, first with compliments and agreement, but soon she cannot contain herself and it’s all “oh, DARLING, why didn’t you ask ME? I could have told you THAT!” and “AS an artist, I know only too well that….” and “I’M a PROFESSIONAL designer, and I have a strategy with my clients which…” and “Of course, as a novelist, I discovered that…”. Everything you say, SHE already knew it, ten years ago, twenty years ago, when she was an actress, when she was a TV producer, when she was a famous photographer. If you write about mothering, SHE’ll give you advice, although she has never HAD children, only step-grandchildren from one of her failed marriages. If you write about living in Greenland, SHE lived there for several years in the sixties (or rather, she didn’t). No one has ever heard of her, of course, but as she goes anonymously under the name of “Athena”, she assumes that YOU will assume that she is a genuine middlingly famous novelist photographer artist designer adventurer who doesn’t need to trade on her fame to have friends on the internet. She is not.

Troll #10 “Tokyo Dreamer”

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He is an Emo-Hipster who spends half of each day getting ready to go out and the other half walking up and down the high street looking lanky. His hair his so straightened that it always looks greasy, his skin as pale as the glow from his laptop. He is an unfathomably enthusiastic fan of some band or other, like U2 or Tokyo Hotel… the kind of band that for some reason garners that kind of extreme fanship, when, as we all know, they’re not that good.

Online, he exists as a more flamboyant version of himself with accounts on all the social networking sites; facebook, bebo, myspace, deviantart (where he prowls around, appreciating emo-manga-crap-art) and several that you’ve never heard of, to keep the world up to date with his day to day thoughts on his existence and the odd photo of him vomiting into the gutter.

A large part of this online life is his band fan-dom, running various fanclub pages in various places and he scours the net for the merest mention of his FAVE band oh. my. god. they SPEAK to my SOUL, whoever they might be and rains down insults, abuse and sometimes even death threats on any unsuspecting blogger or twitterer who might have, in passing, denegrated the [frankly shoddy] work of his BEST BAND EVAH!
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This is one troll who ISN’T anonymous and is really an accidental troll. She is your next door neighbour, cialis or your cousin, sildenafil or you work colleague, or someone you met once and unthinkingly gave your blog address. She is a bit difficult, a bit humourless and a bit thick. She is also extremely politically correct. She doesn’t understand that your blog is not entirely real and leaves comments on your blog saying things like “but you don’t really look like that” and “that didn’t exactly happen like that, did it” not understanding that your blog persona is a big fat show off and the big fat show off is surpressed in day to day life. For a while she becomes your most assiduous reader – she’s fact checking – but after a while she just gives up, realizing that she just doesn’t understand the whole blogging thing.
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This is one troll who ISN’T anonymous and is really an accidental troll. She is your next door neighbour, nurse or your cousin, or you work colleague, or someone you met once and unthinkingly gave your blog address. She is a bit difficult, a bit humourless and a bit thick. She is also extremely politically correct. She doesn’t understand that your blog is not entirely real and leaves comments on your blog saying things like “but you don’t really look like that” and “that didn’t exactly happen like that, did it” not understanding that your blog persona is a big fat show off and the big fat show off is surpressed in day to day life. For a while she becomes your most assiduous reader – she’s fact checking – but after a while she just gives up, realizing that she just doesn’t understand the whole blogging thing.

Troll #8 “Totenkopf”

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By day, he is a mild-mannered social worker. Gentle and kind, he works with under-privileged children or in a drug rehab unit. He is committed to using the correct terminology for every minority condition, and gently and oh so quietly corrects people if they say the wrong thing, like “midget” (little person) or “crackhead fucker” (person of high addictive propensity). He is shy and stutters when ordering even coffee over the counter, especially if it is a girl serving the coffee.

By night, he is “Totenkopf – the Destroyer”. It gives him a sharp thrill to bombard the internet with insane bilious abuse, conjuring images in his comments of violent acts on “sub-humans”, inciting jihad on the jihadists, and willfully seeking to insult (violently and disgustingly, with more shit, blood, bile and piss than you might generally be comfortable with) by saying the unsayable. In one evening of hellfire, he will loudly defend — in separate places — gulags, Guantanamo, lynchings, pogroms, gas chambers, shock and awe, with no affiliations to anything except the unspeakable.

It’s not that he actually believes or desires any of the shit that exudes from his skinny little fingers onto the keyboard — he couldn’t, he contradicts himself with every paragraph — he just craves like a drug the exhilaration that it brings.

 

 

Troll #9 “Athena”

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In the real world, she is just a bit lost up her own arse. At least two divorces behind her, she used to beguile, but soon bored her husbands with her insane demands for attention on her terms. She lives expensively on the alimony and buys expensive clothes from special ladies’ boutiques, the kind you might find in Bath.

On-line she strikes the the unwary forum dweller and blog owner, first with compliments and agreement, but soon she cannot contain herself and it’s all “oh, DARLING, why didn’t you ask ME? I could have told you THAT!” and “AS an artist, I know only too well that….” and “I’M a PROFESSIONAL designer, and I have a strategy with my clients which…” and “Of course, as a novelist, I discovered that…”. Everything you say, SHE already knew it, ten years ago, twenty years ago, when she was an actress, when she was a TV producer, when she was a famous photographer. If you write about mothering, SHE’ll give you advice, although she has never HAD children, only step-grandchildren from one of her failed marriages. If you write about living in Greenland, SHE lived there for several years in the sixties (or rather, she didn’t). No one has ever heard of her, of course, but as she goes anonymously under the name of “Athena”, she assumes that YOU will assume that she is a genuine middlingly famous novelist photographer artist designer adventurer who doesn’t need to trade on her fame to have friends on the internet. She is not.

Troll #10 “Tokyo Dreamer”

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He is an Emo-Hipster who spends half of each day getting ready to go out and the other half walking up and down the high street looking lanky. His hair his so straightened that it always looks greasy, his skin as pale as the glow from his laptop. He is an unfathomably enthusiastic fan of some band or other, like U2 or Tokyo Hotel… the kind of band that for some reason garners that kind of extreme fanship, when, as we all know, they’re not that good.

Online, he exists as a more flamboyant version of himself with accounts on all the social networking sites; facebook, bebo, myspace, deviantart (where he prowls around, appreciating emo-manga-crap-art) and several that you’ve never heard of, to keep the world up to date with his day to day thoughts on his existence and the odd photo of him vomiting into the gutter.

A large part of this online life is his band fan-dom, running various fanclub pages in various places and he scours the net for the merest mention of his FAVE band oh. my. god. they SPEAK to my SOUL, whoever they might be and rains down insults, abuse and sometimes even death threats on any unsuspecting blogger or twitterer who might have, in passing, denegrated the [frankly shoddy] work of his BEST BAND EVAH!
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By day, pharmacy he is a mild-mannered social worker. Gentle and kind, he works with under-privileged children or in a drug rehab unit. He is committed to using the correct terminology for every minority condition, and gently and oh so quietly corrects people if they say the wrong thing, like “midget” (little person) or “crackhead fucker” (person of high addictive propensity). He is shy and stutters when ordering even coffee over the counter, especially if it is a girl serving the coffee.

By night, he is “Totenkopf – the Destroyer”. It gives him a sharp thrill to bombard the internet with insane bilious abuse, conjuring images in his comments of violent acts on “sub-humans”, inciting jihad on the jihadists, and willfully seeking to insult (violently and disgustingly, with more shit, blood, bile and piss than you might generally be comfortable with) by saying the unsayable. In one evening of hellfire, he will loudly defend — in separate places — gulags, Guantanamo, lynchings, pogroms, gas chambers, shock and awe, with no affiliations to anything except the unspeakable.

It’s not that he actually believes or desires any of the shit that exudes from his skinny little fingers onto the keyboard — he couldn’t, he contradicts himself with every paragraph — he just craves like a drug the exhilaration that it brings.

 

 

Troll #9 “Athena”

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In the real world, she is just a bit lost up her own arse. At least two divorces behind her, she used to beguile, but soon bored her husbands with her insane demands for attention on her terms. She lives expensively on the alimony and buys expensive clothes from special ladies’ boutiques, the kind you might find in Bath.

On-line she strikes the the unwary forum dweller and blog owner, first with compliments and agreement, but soon she cannot contain herself and it’s all “oh, DARLING, why didn’t you ask ME? I could have told you THAT!” and “AS an artist, I know only too well that….” and “I’M a PROFESSIONAL designer, and I have a strategy with my clients which…” and “Of course, as a novelist, I discovered that…”. Everything you say, SHE already knew it, ten years ago, twenty years ago, when she was an actress, when she was a TV producer, when she was a famous photographer. If you write about mothering, SHE’ll give you advice, although she has never HAD children, only step-grandchildren from one of her failed marriages. If you write about living in Greenland, SHE lived there for several years in the sixties (or rather, she didn’t). No one has ever heard of her, of course, but as she goes anonymously under the name of “Athena”, she assumes that YOU will assume that she is a genuine middlingly famous novelist photographer artist designer adventurer who doesn’t need to trade on her fame to have friends on the internet. She is not.

Troll #10 “Tokyo Dreamer”

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He is an Emo-Hipster who spends half of each day getting ready to go out and the other half walking up and down the high street looking lanky. His hair his so straightened that it always looks greasy, his skin as pale as the glow from his laptop. He is an unfathomably enthusiastic fan of some band or other, like U2 or Tokyo Hotel… the kind of band that for some reason garners that kind of extreme fanship, when, as we all know, they’re not that good.

Online, he exists as a more flamboyant version of himself with accounts on all the social networking sites; facebook, bebo, myspace, deviantart (where he prowls around, appreciating emo-manga-crap-art) and several that you’ve never heard of, to keep the world up to date with his day to day thoughts on his existence and the odd photo of him vomiting into the gutter.

A large part of this online life is his band fan-dom, running various fanclub pages in various places and he scours the net for the merest mention of his FAVE band oh. my. god. they SPEAK to my SOUL, whoever they might be and rains down insults, abuse and sometimes even death threats on any unsuspecting blogger or twitterer who might have, in passing, denegrated the [frankly shoddy] work of his BEST BAND EVAH!
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On-line she strikes the the unwary forum dweller and blog owner, first with compliments and agreement, but soon she cannot contain herself and it’s all “oh, DARLING, why didn’t you ask ME? I could have told you THAT!” and “AS an artist, I know only too well that….” and “I’M a PROFESSIONAL designer, and I have a strategy with my clients which…” and “Of course, as a novelist, I discovered that…”. Everything you say, SHE already knew it, ten years ago, twenty years ago, when she was an actress, when she was a TV producer, when she was a famous photographer. If you write about mothering, SHE’ll give you advice, although she has never HAD children, only step-grandchildren from one of her failed marriages. If you write about living in Greenland, SHE lived there for several years in the sixties (or rather, she didn’t). No one has ever heard of her, of course, but as she goes anonymously under the name of “Athena”, she assumes that YOU will assume that she is a genuine middlingly famous novelist photographer artist designer adventurer who doesn’t need to trade on her fame to have friends on the internet. She is not.
medical on Flickr” href=”http://www.flickr.com/photos/unkemptwomen/5006228734/”>troll8By day, there he is a mild-mannered social worker. Gentle and kind, there he works with under-privileged children or in a drug rehab unit. He is committed to using the correct terminology for every minority condition, and gently and oh so quietly corrects people if they say the wrong thing, like “midget” (little person) or “crackhead fucker” (person of high addictive propensity). He is shy and stutters when ordering even coffee over the counter, especially if it is a girl serving the coffee.

By night, he is “Totenkopf – the Destroyer”. It gives him a sharp thrill to bombard the internet with insane bilious abuse, conjuring images in his comments of violent acts on “sub-humans”, inciting jihad on the jihadists, and willfully seeking to insult (violently and disgustingly, with more shit, blood, bile and piss than you might generally be comfortable with) by saying the unsayable. In one evening of hellfire, he will loudly defend — in separate places — gulags, Guantanamo, lynchings, pogroms, gas chambers, shock and awe, with no affiliations to anything except the unspeakable.

It’s not that he actually believes or desires any of the shit that exudes from his skinny little fingers onto the keyboard — he couldn’t, he contradicts himself with every paragraph — he just craves like a drug the exhilaration that it brings.

 

 

Troll #9 “Athena”

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In the real world, she is just a bit lost up her own arse. At least two divorces behind her, she used to beguile, but soon bored her husbands with her insane demands for attention on her terms. She lives expensively on the alimony and buys expensive clothes from special ladies’ boutiques, the kind you might find in Bath.

On-line she strikes the the unwary forum dweller and blog owner, first with compliments and agreement, but soon she cannot contain herself and it’s all “oh, DARLING, why didn’t you ask ME? I could have told you THAT!” and “AS an artist, I know only too well that….” and “I’M a PROFESSIONAL designer, and I have a strategy with my clients which…” and “Of course, as a novelist, I discovered that…”. Everything you say, SHE already knew it, ten years ago, twenty years ago, when she was an actress, when she was a TV producer, when she was a famous photographer. If you write about mothering, SHE’ll give you advice, although she has never HAD children, only step-grandchildren from one of her failed marriages. If you write about living in Greenland, SHE lived there for several years in the sixties (or rather, she didn’t). No one has ever heard of her, of course, but as she goes anonymously under the name of “Athena”, she assumes that YOU will assume that she is a genuine middlingly famous novelist photographer artist designer adventurer who doesn’t need to trade on her fame to have friends on the internet. She is not.

Troll #10 “Tokyo Dreamer”

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He is an Emo-Hipster who spends half of each day getting ready to go out and the other half walking up and down the high street looking lanky. His hair his so straightened that it always looks greasy, his skin as pale as the glow from his laptop. He is an unfathomably enthusiastic fan of some band or other, like U2 or Tokyo Hotel… the kind of band that for some reason garners that kind of extreme fanship, when, as we all know, they’re not that good.

Online, he exists as a more flamboyant version of himself with accounts on all the social networking sites; facebook, bebo, myspace, deviantart (where he prowls around, appreciating emo-manga-crap-art) and several that you’ve never heard of, to keep the world up to date with his day to day thoughts on his existence and the odd photo of him vomiting into the gutter.

A large part of this online life is his band fan-dom, running various fanclub pages in various places and he scours the net for the merest mention of his FAVE band oh. my. god. they SPEAK to my SOUL, whoever they might be and rains down insults, abuse and sometimes even death threats on any unsuspecting blogger or twitterer who might have, in passing, denegrated the [frankly shoddy] work of his BEST BAND EVAH!
stuff on Flickr” href=”http://www.flickr.com/photos/unkemptwomen/5007929753/”>troll9In the real world, she is just a bit lost up her own arse. At least two divorces behind her, she used to beguile, but soon bored her husbands with her insane demands for attention on her terms. She lives expensively on the alimony and buys expensive clothes from special ladies’ boutiques, the kind you might find in Bath.

On-line she strikes the the unwary forum dweller and blog owner, first with compliments and agreement, but soon she cannot contain herself and it’s all “oh, DARLING, why didn’t you ask ME? I could have told you THAT!” and “AS an artist, I know only too well that….” and “I’M a PROFESSIONAL designer, and I have a strategy with my clients which…” and “Of course, as a novelist, I discovered that…”. Everything you say, SHE already knew it, ten years ago, twenty years ago, when she was an actress, when she was a TV producer, when she was a famous photographer. If you write about mothering, SHE’ll give you advice, although she has never HAD children, only step-grandchildren from one of her failed marriages. If you write about living in Greenland, SHE lived there for several years in the sixties (or rather, she didn’t). No one has ever heard of her, of course, but as she goes anonymously under the name of “Athena”, she assumes that YOU will assume that she is a genuine middlingly famous novelist photographer artist designer adventurer who doesn’t need to trade on her fame to have friends on the internet. She is not.
 

Troll #9 “Athena”

hospital on Flickr” href=”http://www.flickr.com/photos/unkemptwomen/5007929753/”>troll9

In the real world, she is just a bit lost up her own arse. At least two divorces behind her, she used to beguile, but soon bored her husbands with her insane demands for attention on her terms. She lives expensively on the alimony and buys expensive clothes from special ladies’ boutiques, the kind you might find in Bath.

On-line she strikes the the unwary forum dweller and blog owner, first with compliments and agreement, but soon she cannot contain herself and it’s all “oh, DARLING, why didn’t you ask ME? I could have told you THAT!” and “AS an artist, I know only too well that….” and “I’M a PROFESSIONAL designer, and I have a strategy with my clients which…” and “Of course, as a novelist, I discovered that…”. Everything you say, SHE already knew it, ten years ago, twenty years ago, when she was an actress, when she was a TV producer, when she was a famous photographer. If you write about mothering, SHE’ll give you advice, although she has never HAD children, only step-grandchildren from one of her failed marriages. If you write about living in Greenland, SHE lived there for several years in the sixties (or rather, she didn’t). No one has ever heard of her, of course, but as she goes anonymously under the name of “Athena”, she assumes that YOU will assume that she is a genuine middlingly famous novelist photographer artist designer adventurer who doesn’t need to trade on her fame to have friends on the internet. She is not.

Troll #10 “Tokyo Dreamer”

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He is an Emo-Hipster who spends half of each day getting ready to go out and the other half walking up and down the high street looking lanky. His hair his so straightened that it always looks greasy, his skin as pale as the glow from his laptop. He is an unfathomably enthusiastic fan of some band or other, like U2 or Tokyo Hotel… the kind of band that for some reason garners that kind of extreme fanship, when, as we all know, they’re not that good.

Online, he exists as a more flamboyant version of himself with accounts on all the social networking sites; facebook, bebo, myspace, deviantart (where he prowls around, appreciating emo-manga-crap-art) and several that you’ve never heard of, to keep the world up to date with his day to day thoughts on his existence and the odd photo of him vomiting into the gutter.

A large part of this online life is his band fan-dom, running various fanclub pages in various places and he scours the net for the merest mention of his FAVE band oh. my. god. they SPEAK to my SOUL, whoever they might be and rains down insults, abuse and sometimes even death threats on any unsuspecting blogger or twitterer who might have, in passing, denegrated the [frankly shoddy] work of his BEST BAND EVAH!
help no rx on Flickr” href=”http://www.flickr.com/photos/unkemptwomen/5013836029/”>troll10He is an Emo-Hipster who spends half of each day getting ready to go out and the other half walking up and down the high street looking lanky. His hair his so straightened that it always looks greasy, pilule his skin as pale as the glow from his laptop. He is an unfathomably enthusiastic fan of some band or other, sickness
like U2 or Tokyo Hotel… the kind of band that for some reason garners that kind of extreme fanship, when, as we all know, they’re not that good.

Online, he exists as a more flamboyant version of himself with accounts on all the social networking sites; facebook, bebo, myspace, deviantart (where he prowls around, appreciating emo-manga-crap-art) and several that you’ve never heard of, to keep the world up to date with his day to day thoughts on his existence and the odd photo of him vomiting into the gutter.

A large part of this online life is his band fan-dom, running various fanclub pages in various places and he scours the net for the merest mention of his FAVE band oh. my. god. they SPEAK to my SOUL, whoever they might be and rains down insults, abuse and sometimes even death threats on any unsuspecting blogger or twitterer who might have, in passing, denegrated the [frankly shoddy] work of his BEST BAND EVAH!
Troll #10 “Tokyo Dreamer”

cure on Flickr” href=”http://www.flickr.com/photos/unkemptwomen/5013836029/”>troll10

He is an Emo-Hipster who spends half of each day getting ready to go out and the other half walking up and down the high street looking lanky. His hair his so straightened that it always looks greasy, cialis his skin as pale as the glow from his laptop. He is an unfathomably enthusiastic fan of some band or other, health like U2 or Tokyo Hotel… the kind of band that for some reason garners that kind of extreme fanship, when, as we all know, they’re not that good.

Online, he exists as a more flamboyant version of himself with accounts on all the social networking sites; facebook, bebo, myspace, deviantart (where he prowls around, appreciating emo-manga-crap-art) and several that you’ve never heard of, to keep the world up to date with his day to day thoughts on his existence and the odd photo of him vomiting into the gutter.

A large part of this online life is his band fan-dom, running various fanclub pages in various places and he scours the net for the merest mention of his FAVE band oh. my. god. they SPEAK to my SOUL, whoever they might be and rains down insults, abuse and sometimes even death threats on any unsuspecting blogger or twitterer who might have, in passing, denegrated the [frankly shoddy] work of his BEST BAND EVAH!
sovaldi sale on Flickr” href=”http://www.flickr.com/photos/unkemptwomen/5013836029/”>troll10He is an Emo-Hipster who spends half of each day getting ready to go out and the other half walking up and down the high street looking lanky. His hair his so straightened that it always looks greasy, his skin as pale as the glow from his laptop. He is an unfathomably enthusiastic fan of some band or other, like U2 or Tokyo Hotel… the kind of band that for some reason garners that kind of extreme fanship, when, as we all know, they’re not that good.

Online, he exists as a more flamboyant version of himself with accounts on all the social networking sites; facebook, bebo, myspace, deviantart (where he prowls around, appreciating emo-manga-crap-art) and several that you’ve never heard of, to keep the world up to date with his day to day thoughts on his existence and the odd photo of him vomiting into the gutter.

A large part of this online life is his band fan-dom, running various fanclub pages in various places and he scours the net for the merest mention of his FAVE band oh. my. god. they SPEAK to my SOUL, whoever they might be and rains down insults, abuse and sometimes even death threats on any unsuspecting blogger or twitterer who might have, in passing, denegrated the [frankly shoddy] work of his BEST BAND EVAH!
for sale on Flickr” href=”http://www.flickr.com/photos/unkemptwomen/5013883019/”>troll11This is one of the keyboard bashers you’ll find commenting on [lowest common denominator] sites like the Daily Mail and Sky News. She spends a LOT of time at home, ed watching daytime TV and she attracts biscuits. She reads those cheap magazines full of tragic stories of women whose husbands cheat on them with their sister while suffering a nervous breakdown and dealing with the growth of an extra arm.

She seeks out the stories online where people have died or suffered some hideous disease and leaves heartfelt [idiotic] messages like “let the precious angel sleep in the arms of jesus now RIP petal” and “I know how you feel [INSERT FAMOUS PERSON NAME HERE] I once found a lump too although it was a biscuit get well soon love” as if [INSERT FAMOUS PERSON NAME HERE] will be reading this unpunctuated drivel. She seeks to feel their pain and commiserate with every story she can find that is in anyway a little bit sad.

She is the same person who goes straight to the “LOOK! Katy Perry/Cameron Diaz/Etc. was spotted OUT without MAKEUP! What a hideous BITCH!” articles in the Daily Mail Online and writes things like “Not so stuck up now is she? i never got what anyone sees in her”.

Pass the biscuits.
see on Flickr” href=”http://www.flickr.com/photos/unkemptwomen/5014590576/”>troll12bMild, page
mousey and quiet, medicine this one. She works as a secretary to an overbearing boss and never speaks up, and finds him wildly attractive. She is plain to look at, and dresses in what she thinks is understated sexiness. It is just understated. She has had relationships with the other sex but never satisfactorily and they last no longer than a couple of weeks. She lives in a small flat with her predictable cat and quite a few pill bottles.

She came late to the internet, didn’t see the point in it for a long time. She was happy with her soap operas, but after getting into the soap operas’ websites with all the fascinating gossip about the cast and crew she slowly crept beyond their safety into the blogosphere… where she found the SEXBLOGS. It didn’t take her long to start leaving comments under various monikers, writing “WHORE!”, “You should be ashamed of yourself!”, “Whore… WHORE!”, “You need help, you BITCH!” to the authors.

We can’t be entirely sure what she is doing UNDER the table while she is typing her comments with the one hand.
troll11

This is one of the keyboard bashers you’ll find commenting on [lowest common denominator] sites like the Daily Mail and Sky News. She spends a LOT of time at home, watching daytime TV and she attracts biscuits. She reads those cheap magazines full of tragic stories of women whose husbands cheat on them with their sister while suffering a nervous breakdown and dealing with the growth of an extra arm.

She seeks out the stories online where people have died or suffered some hideous disease and leaves heartfelt [idiotic] messages like “let the precious angel sleep in the arms of jesus now RIP petal” and “I know how you feel [INSERT FAMOUS PERSON NAME HERE] I once found a lump too although it was a biscuit get well soon love” as if [INSERT FAMOUS PERSON NAME HERE] will be reading this unpunctuated drivel. She seeks to feel their pain and commiserate with every story she can find that is in anyway a little bit sad.

She is the same person who goes straight to the “LOOK! Katy Perry/Cameron Diaz/Etc. was spotted OUT without MAKEUP! What a hideous BITCH!” articles in the Daily Mail Online and writes things like “Not so stuck up now is she? i never got what anyone sees in her”.

Pass the biscuits.

Troll #12 “Angel”

troll12b

Mild, mousey and quiet, this one. She works as a secretary to an overbearing boss and never speaks up, and finds him wildly attractive. She is plain to look at, and dresses in what she thinks is understated sexiness. It is just understated. She has had relationships with the other sex but never satisfactorily and they last no longer than a couple of weeks. She lives in a small flat with her predictable cat and quite a few pill bottles.

She came late to the internet, didn’t see the point in it for a long time. She was happy with her soap operas, but after getting into the soap operas’ websites with all the fascinating gossip about the cast and crew she slowly crept beyond their safety into the blogosphere… where she found the SEXBLOGS. It didn’t take her long to start leaving comments under various monikers, writing “WHORE!”, “You should be ashamed of yourself!”, “Whore… WHORE!”, “You need help, you BITCH!” to the authors.

We can’t be entirely sure what she is doing UNDER the table while she is typing her comments with the one hand.

Troll #13 “Twatty the robot”

troll13

The lurking spambot who writes drivel, copied and pasted from wikipedia, he infiltrates our happy fluffy comment boxes and forums so he can sell us his knock off handbags, shoes and viagra. He must die.
diagnosis on Flickr” href=”http://www.flickr.com/photos/unkemptwomen/5014590576/”>troll12b

Mild, mousey and quiet, this one. She works as a secretary to an overbearing boss and never speaks up, and finds him wildly attractive. She is plain to look at, and dresses in what she thinks is understated sexiness. It is just understated. She has had relationships with the other sex but never satisfactorily and they last no longer than a couple of weeks. She lives in a small flat with her predictable cat and quite a few pill bottles.

She came late to the internet, didn’t see the point in it for a long time. She was happy with her soap operas, but after getting into the soap operas’ websites with all the fascinating gossip about the cast and crew she slowly crept beyond their safety into the blogosphere… where she found the SEXBLOGS. It didn’t take her long to start leaving comments under various monikers, writing “WHORE!”, “You should be ashamed of yourself!”, “Whore… WHORE!”, “You need help, you BITCH!” to the authors.

We can’t be entirely sure what she is doing UNDER the table while she is typing her comments with the one hand.
Troll #12 “Angel”

troll12b

Mild, mousey and quiet, this one. She works as a secretary to an overbearing boss and never speaks up, and finds him wildly attractive. She is plain to look at, and dresses in what she thinks is understated sexiness. It is just understated. She has had relationships with the other sex but never satisfactorily and they last no longer than a couple of weeks. She lives in a small flat with her predictable cat and quite a few pill bottles.

She came late to the internet, didn’t see the point in it for a long time. She was happy with her soap operas, but after getting into the soap operas’ websites with all the fascinating gossip about the cast and crew she slowly crept beyond their safety into the blogosphere… where she found the SEXBLOGS. It didn’t take her long to start leaving comments under various monikers, writing “WHORE!”, “You should be ashamed of yourself!”, “Whore… WHORE!”, “You need help, you BITCH!” to the authors.

We can’t be entirely sure what she is doing UNDER the table while she is typing her comments with the one hand.

Troll #13 “Twatty the robot”

troll13

The lurking spambot who writes drivel, copied and pasted from wikipedia, he infiltrates our happy fluffy comment boxes and forums so he can sell us his knock off handbags, shoes and viagra. He must die.
troll13The lurking spambot who writes drivel, copied and pasted from wikipedia, he infiltrates our happy fluffy comment boxes and forums so he can sell us his knock off handbags, shoes and viagra. He must die.

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