Sometimes I wonder if I'm too tough on Hugel. If I don't really give him a fair shake. Maybe his multitude of problems aren't really his problems, they're my problems and point to some sort of deep-rooted insecurity which causes me to overreact and lash out at him.
But then I'm validated by the scorn of others for Hugel, and I realize that it really is him who is flawed. Check it out here.
A little background: the comment is in reference to a similar shot taken by the commenter, on which Hugel left a comment claiming to have the superior photo. The commenter, noting the contempt for the English language that Hugel displays at all times, as well as in the title of his own photo, proceeded to destroy him with her own comment.
Apparently his spelling of the word sandwich - a word which I am pretty sure I knew how to spell right around the first time I ever ate one - is not limited to just this case. See here.
Only in the world of Hugel could you search his photo library for the word "sandwhich" and find TWO occurrences.
the interactions between a neurotic basketcase and a barely-functioning human being
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I got nothin'. What started (and should have ended) as a stupid photo comment has once again been blown out of proportion by Ben who loves to stretch the truth on this blog in order to create some sort of imaginary rivalry between us.
It is sad to see that Ben is now rehashing topics, as my poor spelling has already been discussed. He was so excited when he IMed me about his new, secret blog post, and acted like he had solved the Da Vinci Code thanks to his "eyes and ears everywhere" and was going to majorly "pwn my ass".
I'm not sure where I got the idea there was some sort of "imaginary" rivalry between us. Certainly not from the name of the blog itself. I would like to mark 4:59 PM, April 06, 2009 as the moment where Hugel suddenly began to think he was too good for this blog. Which he isn't.
I remember IMing Hugel to ask him to modify the permissions on the photo, so that people besides his Flickr friends could see it. Which he was remarkably compliant about. Apparently in some sort of fugue, of which I can't recall a thing, I told Hugel I was going to "pwn his ass." Because I regularly use that phrase.
Hugel, if you have a transcript for this so-called conversation, I would love to see it.
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