I was really hoping that the "needle him until he flounced off" strategy would work, but no luck on that, any more than the "just pretend he's not there" strategy.
I gave it some thought, and wrote a couple of posts I never posted. I was sure I could take him out and send him bawling, in a fetal position, never to be seen again. You're right in that he thrives on negative attention, so I went for "positive" attention, purring gentle head pats and such designed for ultimate fury and pointy stick pokes.
But I don't post there, ever, and then felt bad about disrupting a forum where I have had nothing else to say except to drive a troll to complete insanity and tears.
That can be worse than the actual troll.
But writing the posts was cathartic and now I can sort of just chuckle at him. It might be helpful to open notepad and type out what you would like to say if there were no consequences.
I'm bummed, too bummed to do my next post in Sang Sacre.
Don't forget my missing bathing suit!
I didn't! Look, it was right there in the original evidence of how the universe was out to get us.
OK, you are forgiven, Emily.
It might be helpful to open notepad and type out what you would like to say if there were no consequences.
Maybe I need a voodoo doll.
Calli, I answered the wine question in your LJ, but -- Cline zinfandel (I hope I don't need to add that it's a red zinfandel, not the pink abomination), or a fruity beaujolais.
I'm bummed, too bummed to do my next post in Sang Sacre.
This makes me feel low, low, low. A brilliantly witty, intelligent dog-adopting tulip-growing man who would build his kids a spaceship with his own bare hands shouldn't be sitting at his desk two days before Christmas too bummed out for Sang Sacre. He should be up to his armpits in well-wishes, swimming in all kinds of goodness and happiness and security.
If I ran the world, I'd start with that. Everything else could sort itself out from there.
Tommyrot says hi from the UIC hospital where they are currently pouring dye into his eye. Or possibly his brain, I'm not sure. Anway, hi!
Tommyrot says hi from the UIC hospital where they are currently pouring dye into his eye. Or possibly his brain, I'm not sure. Anway, hi!
This day sux. What a fucky day.
Everybody retreat to your bunkers immediately!
Bulletin: the bathing suit has been located. Repeat: the bathing suit has been located! More on this story as it develops.
