A big flashy “thank you” to all of you bandwagoners who hopped on board and assisted me in coercing that thief to remove my material from his site. It worked! In less than 7 hours, we succeeded. Not only did I get help from all the people who know me in real life, but I also received quite a bit of support from randoms out in the world wide web out there who also ratted on this person for stealing my material. I really appreciate it, folks!
I would like to directly quote the individual who plagiarized Sheppard’s Pie who retorted to my messages demanding he remove my material from his site and get a life. He said, and I quote,
“for the record I didn’t say I wrote them, everyone knew you wrote them and I was just making you popular.”
Let’s take a look at what he wrote on the top right corner of “his” website:
Aside from the creepy Avatar of my own face that he is using, let’s look further into the verbage underneath.
Maybe I’m a complete and total moron, but to me, the statement, “Credits to Becca Sheppard for helping me make this journal“ certainly does not suggest that I wrote the material and everyone knew it, as he so claims. It sounds like….well, it sounds exactly like it says. This statement alone reads as if I “assisted” this person in creating a blog.
Why would I do that? I’m way too selfish.
And WHY would he use such a homosexual teddy bear background? Give me a break. Bottom line: don’t plagiarize unless you want to be scorned.
I came home tonight, famished, and put together a nice big bowl of salad with Kraft Caesar Vinaigrette dressing, some garlic croutons, and some delicious romano/parmesan cheese sprinkled all over it. Just now as I was reaching the bottom of my glorious salad, I shoveled the last forkful into my mouth just in time to peer into my bowl and spot…..A HOUSEFLY!
I blew chunks into my bowl.
UGH. This is truly nauseating. It’s an entire, full-bodied insect. The only thing that would have been worse than finding an entire housefly in my salad would have been finding half a housefly in my salad. Thank god I didn’t. There is nothing I can do to make my mouth feel safe or clean right now. I feel like I need to scrub it with sandpaper and CLR before I can feel okay about this again. At least the fly never made it into my mouth. That would have been the end of it. I would have gone mad.
Eating strawberries is such a gamble. Sometimes they taste so sweet and delicious, and sometimes they taste like snake venom. It’s really frustrating. I don’t like biting into a ruby red strawberry and then having to do a double-take to confirm that I didn’t just bite into a tart lemon. I like my berries sweet and sexy. You know what I’m saying?
WELL, time for me to hit the hay. I have a real mattress though.
B: I wonder if I can sue the salad company and make a grip on it.