toastykitten

It's no secret that spelling mistakes drive me crazy. I don't care if you misspell stuff on your livejournal or blog or whatever, unless you're using it in some professional context, in which case, livejournal does have a spellcheck feature. But I do care about misspellings in a transcript of a discussion about literacy. DUDE. I know, the word's only misspelled once, but ugh, it just looks bad.

Mark and I watched Bubba Ho-Tep the other day, and the opening scenes reveal a couple of definitions. I immediately said, "They spelled 'descendant' wrong." Mark takes a second look and goes, "You're right." Then in the next frame I said, "'Redneck' should be one word." Mark replied, "Good Lord, woman!" Luckily there were no more misspellings or I'd have started throwing popcorn at the TV.

I can't help it. It's like a reflex these days.

By the way, those of you who misspell weird as "wierd" - also spelled wyrd - was a concept in Anglo-Saxon times that roughly corresponds to our understanding of fate and destiny today. It was not understood to mean "strange" until much much later. It's actually a really interesting concept, and I'd compare it to the concept of karma, because it's about how all actions are related and how they all affect future and past actions.