Typing with one hand? (smiley face)

I have don't-liked Randall since the first time I read his
self-important, smug comments, all phrased in a way to maintain his
fragile ego and support his mis-perceived powers of discernment and
his cockeyed perception of his own credibility.

I agree with the opinions of his photography that rate it as other
than "great"; I'd say his skills are like mine: can see potential for
excellent images, can get some of the elements into a frame, can
somehow make just the wrong -- I mean "less appropriate" or "more
nearly counterproductive" -- choices, so a thoughtful eye can see kind
of where the vision wanted to go, but also realize the
miss-by-not-quite-a-mile nature of the product presented. Doesn't mean
it isn't "good" in one or another sense, nor that it isn't satisfying.
Among myriad efforts, even a blind pig finds an occasional acorn.

I will quote this _apropos_ rant (not originally) about Mr Mark's
treatment of Randall:

"Isn't doing even a fine, fine superfine mashed potato in someone
else's decayed, putrefying, maggot-ridden, gorge-raising,
slippery-slope slick, pants-leg adhering gut-grease the mark of ONE
SICK PUPPY ?

"I mean, girds or no, style or none, performance-tuned or no, doesn't
a compulsive carrion-stomper eventually stink like dead animal
entrails? Don't those particles racketing around in the neighborhood
of the stomper's contacts' olfactories leave sense-memories among the
most vivid and influential? Do we not remember best and foremost the
stench when the carrier's shade passes over the cortex?

"Eh?"

Somebody asked - I told 'em.

Amateur dickhead.