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I started blogging almost one year ago. My, how tempus fugit. My 10th post was viewed by a whopping nine of my undying fans, had three “likes,” and two comments (thank you Tess and Russel). Man, I was on fire with that one!

Back by unpopular demand, I am sharing it again.

Not long after I bought my iPhone, my daughter send me a text to say she received a B+ on a college paper she toiled over. If I recall, the prompt for the essay was asinine and about as clear as a foggy day in London. But that’s not the point here.

I responded to her text about the grade on her paper by saying “That’s excrement, honey!!!!!!!!” (Yes, I use eight exclamation points when I am excited.)

She wrote back with, “Geez, Mom. Don’t you think that is a little harsh?”

Damn autocorrect took advantage of my terrible texting ability and changed “EXCELLENT” to “EXCREMENT.” I meant excellent, excellent, excellent!!!!!!!!

So . . . the point here is autocorrect is both a blessing and excrement. Be careful out there.

Sorry, honey! I really WAS proud of you!

Brilliance in blogging.

However, brilliance aside, I’ve been thinking. A dangerous pastime, I know.

How is it that typos sneak into our work when we aren’t looking? I’ve read my manuscript a good 30 or 40 thousand times. One would think it would be squeaky-clean and typo-free, right? No-siree-bob! Each set of fresh eyes (thank you beta readers) that gaze upon my manuscript and mist over because of the powerful writing, still have the clarity of mind to spot another cheeky typo. Or, as I like to call them, sneaky buggers.

For example, I know the word should be “by,” so my eye and my brain reads “by,” even though the word on the page is “buy.”

I stopped buy the store to by a dictionary.

Or . . .

They need to made spellcheck foolproof.

Or . . .

I love you blog, Robin.

Cheeky-sneaky-bugger typos often rear their ugly heads in comments on blogs. Here is Robin commenting on a blog:

Read post.

Chuckle at post.

Write profound or amusing comment.

Proofread profound or idiotic comment.

Press “Post Comment.”

Scream “&)^#!*%$^&*” after spotting a typo.

Write second comment apologizing for said typo.

Rather than suffering from future humiliating “comment typo apologies,” I apologize to you in advance for comment missteps on my part.

Eons ago, when I was in my twenties, I was a secretary for a pharmaceutical company. I typed up a clinical trial report using a stone slab and chisel. Throughout the report I typed “reslut” instead of “result.” I’m surprised I wasn’t fired.

But here is a typo I can’t forgive. I took this photo at a convenience store where the sign has been proudly displayed for weeks.  How did they miss the typo?



P.S. Gosh, if there is a typo in this post, will you gently wring my neck?