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Here be Trolls...

Just a quick shout out to Kathy Sierra, who is sadly seriously considering never posting again as a result of some seriously odious behaviour. Kathy's blog, Creating Passionate users has been a great source of inspiration to me, and is always required reading.

The thing about nasty troll-folk, is that the threats really rattle you. They get into your head and live with you. It's stupid, and sad. You don't want them too, but they do, nonetheless. I know it's the internet and everything, but it's made up of PEOPLE, OKAY! You shouldn't say anything you wouldn't say in person.

Anyway, If you're a fan, make sure you stop by the comments section and show your support. And if you aren't, you should stop by and read the archives - you'll probably become one :)

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  1. I tolerated trolls for a long time. I mean they fed rope to themselves and hanged themselves time and time again.

    However I was forced to ban one when he threatened to try and get me sacked. Now, on his deluded blog, he posts rants about what I blog interspersed with insults about my weight.

    I think he found out I was fat when I mentioned it in the blog header.

    Anyway, trolls. The internet is full of them. The important thing is to not let it get to you. They are the e-equivalent of dickheads in bars demanding 'what are you looking at?' before trying to beat you up in the carpark. They are sad, lonely people with sad lonely lives.

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  2. Anonymous5:25 am

    I am very sad for Kathy, too. Another expression of woman-hating by some sick guy.

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