“Nice closeup work with a P&S.” I’m not sure whether I’m supposed to be flattered or insulted; what a backhanded fucking compliment! Why didn’t he just say what he meant? “You did okay for having such rubbish equipment.” Unless he’s calling me later today to give me his credit card number and PIN, I guess he can probably go fuck himself. Sure, I could do better with a good DSLR and some nice lenses, but I can’t afford even the goddamned body, let alone the glass, so I’ve got what I’ve got, and if it doesn’t suit you, then just look up at the top of your browser window, and you’ll see a button with a left-facing arrow on it. That’s your back button, and if you click it, it’ll take you back whence you came, away from content that isn’t good enough for your discerning taste. Who the fuck do you think you are–Ansel Adams? I’ve seen your stuff, and you’re just adequate…that fancy Nikon isn’t helping you one bit. Of course you had to chuck in a little “bokeh”, too, just ’cause I love that term so very much. Oh, and the poems you use in captions? They suck like an angsty teenager wrote them–you could get a job as a Hallmark hack. Douche.