Let me tell you about spelling. I am a spelling fool. I can spell in the morning, I can spell in the evening, and I can spell in the (oh, Lord!) midnight hour. There are writers better than me, and there are reporters better than me, but there are very few people in this business who can spell with me. Don't bring your sorry no-diphthong-having, English-as-a-first-language, sad-sack, Tom Robbins-sounding, onomatopoeic, Hooked On Phonics ass in here. I got mad spelling game, no doubt.

In my house, we have a computer. This computer has a "spell check" device. It is to fucking laugh, this thing. This spell check device apparently was programmed by lemurs. In my house, I am the spell check. My word is the goddamn law.


Well put. I believe that it's Charles P. Pierce who wrote that. I think his opinion and feeling towards this topic is identical to mine. I could rant and rave for weeks, maybe months, about the largely accepted misuse of grammar and spelling that our society contains. Oh, well. I have inspiration, but no motivation.


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