I was just congratulating myself on the fact that the last 10 posts I’ve written have been immediately applauded by spellcheck as having “NO MISSPELLINGS FOUND.” And I thought, “My God, I’ve finally done it. I AM A REAL WRITER.” Then I realized that that was pretty unlikely. So I tried something else…
Der dee doopy doo schloop. Moopy croodadoo. Hey, spellcheck. Are you even listening? Because I don’t think you are.
Schnurple durple fundacunt.
Lipslaver umbrellican.
Catswalloger liberry time!
And then I ran spellcheck.
I initially suspected that spellcheck had reached self-awareness and was beginning to sabotage the world. Starting with blogs, apparently. But then I thought that it more likely that spellcheck just got tired of me just making up my own words and killed itself. Or maybe it’s just drunk. In fairness, I probably would be too if I had to spellcheck this blog. I usually have to be fairly sloshed just to write it.
Touché, spellcheck. Touché, indeed.