Staunch denial

In the last couple of days, I've been complimented on a fair few things.

Primarily, my work and how well I've picked it up and the skill and ease I'm apparently showing.

Fuck yes, means a pay rise that shit.

Then I was complimented by some friends from the Barbarian Lands to the North of Berwick on how well I appear to be doing(as well as one honourable mention from my friend Chelle who seems to think I'm pretty)

My good friend Podboi complimented me on my photography skillz. Now, its a hobby and nothing beyond, but god knows I'd love it to be a profession. I like taking pictures of scenery and still life's, but sometimes I look down from the balcony(its not as posh as it sounds, its a top floor flat) and I can capture the most amazing moments of human interaction on sunny days. One or two in the rain and at dusk and night times look pretty cool too. "London life as viewed from the 11th floor &trade". I might make that a working project.

DIGRESSION!

I must stop digressing from my points in this here blog, the first part of this sentence nicely linking me from one part to the last.

I was complimented on my writing by a fellow Blogger(I was informed it was "very good" if that's not compliment enough for you, you may no longer read my drivel. Away with thee!)

Now, my complimenter, and I'd like to say personal friend(she's watched me grow up, albeit from afar and intermittently), is a professional writer. Blog, newspaper articles and the like are her turf. As far as I know, you cannot move in the US for reading some of her work(or maybe its just the New Jersey internets) because it is plagiarised on a seemingly daily basis.

This is theft, and something not to be taken lightly, especially by someone with as much intelligence, beauty and a way with words as Deb.

And, this tends to mean that anything Deb says on T'internet™ is Gospel, and is due to be believed and obeyed to the letter.

I pwn at Bloggerage.

I pwn all.

Except Deb.