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Shown: a bridge. Also shown: a boat.

A good chunk of my morning commute consists of a half hour express bus ride - think Greyhound, where all the seats face forward. More often than not, someone within a two-seat radius is usually blabbering on their phone, loudly of course because, well, we’re not on a hovercraft with an engine running on quiets. What they talk about I couldn’t say. I’m too aggravated to make any sense of their sentences.

If I wasn’t 5-feet and change, if I was a hulk of a man or if the scar below my lower lip was instead a fissure across my face, I would play a game with these walkie talkies. It would go something like this: if someone not more than five feet from me starts blithering into their phone, I flip mine open and start a phantom conversation, paraphrasing whatever the person is saying, loudly of course, because of the whole hovercraft thing. The mission objective is to get the person to turn around or step up and say, “what’s your problem?”

My response would be, “I’m live blogging here, giving you props and all that. Everyone here can hear you. What I’m doing is simply linking this out to my audience. I’m expanding your range, commenting on the importance of your thesis, adding some mmm flavor. I am the sweet and sour for your nuggets, man.”

“Mind your business, troll.”

Hey now.

Something to think about: the wiki on Trolling has 10 See Also links, one of which points to Griefer, which has 2 See Also links, one of them being Video Game Addiction. Putting the authors aside, do you need to be an internet addict to troll? Is the time required to grief over the time required to troll a factor?