On receiving anonymous comments.
Jun. 16th, 2004 09:59 pmWell, I’ve been getting anonymous hatemail on LJ again. I periodically consider turning on IP logging, but you know I’m so fascinated by the endless variety of humanity that I never get around to it – after all, anonymous illiterates wouldn’t post to me if I did turn it on, and they’re just as interesting as anybody else. I suppose I regard anonymous posters in the same light as the HG Wells’ Martians regarded general humanity: ”… watched keenly and closely by intelligences greater than theirs; …they were being scrutinised and studied, perhaps as narrowly as a man with a microscope might scrutinise the transient creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water….”
Oh, if you’re wondering what I’m referring to, it’s here.
I often wonder why people don’t put their names to what they write. I mean, it’s not like they say any worse to me than
ukmonty or
puddingcat or
rosamicula do on a daily basis, and they’re brave enough to put their comments to my face, so why not others? I mean, these faceless posters - do their mothers know how they’re spending their evenings? Maybe they do…
The scene: A squalid terraced house, filled with chintz, chipboard furniture and a flight of plaster ducks up one wall. The air is filled with the scent of rancid chip-fat, week old socks, and Regal King Size. Ian (Internet Anonymous Numpty) has come home with big news for his parents)
Ian: “Mam, mam! I’ve something to tell you. I made my first abusive anonymous internet post today!”
Mother: “Did you son? Oh, son. We’re so proud. Your father and me always hoped you’d grow up to do something like that. (Shouts) Did you hear that Gerald?”
Father (Appears at the top of the stairs. He’s a fat, balding little man with a moustache, dressed in a string vest) “What is it Mabel? I was telling someone in Arizona that they’re a Suxxor LusR from an unidentifiable mail client.”
Mother: “It’s our Ian He called someone names anonymously on the internet today.”
Father: (Comes downstairs. It may be seen that he’s flushed and sweating, and his palms are sticky) “Son. I’m right proud of you. Ever since great uncle Egbert used Marconis telegraph to tell someone in New York they were a prat more than a hundred years ago, random, anonymous abuse has been a proud tradition in our family. I’m glad you’re carrying it on. I hope one day you’ll have a son of your own…”
Mother: “He’ll have to get a girlfriend first.”
Father: “Plenty of time for that, Mabel. Why, we didn’t start courting until I was forty-three and mother let me out of the house unaccompanied for the first time.”
I suppose this is what happens in the home lives of these people. I’m glad I was raised with different expectations of success, is all I’m saying.
Oh, if you’re wondering what I’m referring to, it’s here.
I often wonder why people don’t put their names to what they write. I mean, it’s not like they say any worse to me than
The scene: A squalid terraced house, filled with chintz, chipboard furniture and a flight of plaster ducks up one wall. The air is filled with the scent of rancid chip-fat, week old socks, and Regal King Size. Ian (Internet Anonymous Numpty) has come home with big news for his parents)
Ian: “Mam, mam! I’ve something to tell you. I made my first abusive anonymous internet post today!”
Mother: “Did you son? Oh, son. We’re so proud. Your father and me always hoped you’d grow up to do something like that. (Shouts) Did you hear that Gerald?”
Father (Appears at the top of the stairs. He’s a fat, balding little man with a moustache, dressed in a string vest) “What is it Mabel? I was telling someone in Arizona that they’re a Suxxor LusR from an unidentifiable mail client.”
Mother: “It’s our Ian He called someone names anonymously on the internet today.”
Father: (Comes downstairs. It may be seen that he’s flushed and sweating, and his palms are sticky) “Son. I’m right proud of you. Ever since great uncle Egbert used Marconis telegraph to tell someone in New York they were a prat more than a hundred years ago, random, anonymous abuse has been a proud tradition in our family. I’m glad you’re carrying it on. I hope one day you’ll have a son of your own…”
Mother: “He’ll have to get a girlfriend first.”
Father: “Plenty of time for that, Mabel. Why, we didn’t start courting until I was forty-three and mother let me out of the house unaccompanied for the first time.”
I suppose this is what happens in the home lives of these people. I’m glad I was raised with different expectations of success, is all I’m saying.
So...
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Date: 2004-06-16 02:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-16 02:15 pm (UTC)After all, they crudely try to 'imply' they know stuff about you in the hope you'll say "no, that was when me and xxx was 15 and she's lost a lot of weight since then" or similar nonsense.
If they'd done their research, they'd have known that bait wouldn't have been taken... unless of course they're stupid... ah.... yes ; )
*grin* I bet you're just ttying to make a leet-stalker an LJ fashion accessory and have dozens lined up on your agency's books! : )
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Date: 2004-06-16 02:50 pm (UTC)I see that, not only are they too cowardly to sign their name, they're too cowardly to insult these weighty women of yours to their faces. At least, I assume they are; who knows what [name deleted] has been receiving recently?
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Date: 2004-06-16 03:00 pm (UTC)Here's a thought....
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Date: 2004-06-17 01:59 am (UTC)Although I'm not sure what that one you referred to was going on about, I somehow just got lost more than anything else. But I do hope that Ian will stick up for himself after this post about him :D
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Date: 2004-06-17 02:50 am (UTC)Next time some1 flamez me im gonna show him thiz so he nows he is a nolife LAMR
hey la my boyfriend's back
Date: 2004-06-17 02:53 am (UTC)Re: hey la my boyfriend's back
Date: 2004-06-17 03:05 am (UTC)b) See, it's the Krankies.
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Date: 2004-06-18 04:36 am (UTC)The anon comments that followed WERE NOT me.
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Date: 2004-06-18 04:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-18 06:26 am (UTC)1) The vast majority of people of anonymous posts are posted in spite and so the recipients tend to see all anonymous posts as being threatening and intimidating. Fortunately I don't, but you run the risk of having that effect if you post anonymously. Which puts the onus upon you: who are you?
2) People don't feel any need to be polite to anonymous posteers for the above reasons. If you're posting in genuinecomments, do you want people being randomly rude to you?
And as for Ozzy being weightist - like I say, he was referring to a specific anecdote of mine, which I'm happy to share with anyone who shows their face.
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Date: 2004-06-18 06:46 am (UTC)I'm James, will you tell me the anecdote now?
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