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Ode to my Spell-checker

                                

This is a guest post by The Urban Blabbermouth. Comments are welcome.
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Technology is tracking us everyday and everywhere and we are unaware of this.  Here is one: 

A reminder of computer limits:

Ode to My Spell Checker” (author unknown)
Eye halve a spelling checker
It came with my pea sea.
It plainly marks four my revue miss steaks eye kin knot sea.
Eye strike a quay and type a word and weight for it to say
Weather eye yam wrong oar write.
It shows me strait a weigh. 
As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two long 
And eye can put the error rite.
Its rare lea ever wrong.
Eye have run this poem threw it,
I am shore your pleased to no.
Its letter perfect awl the way.

My checker told me sew. 

Comments

The Urban Blabbermouth said…
A great pic. How do you do it?
Vol-E said…
"Google Images" is quite awesome!

Once I saw someone bobbing their head while listening to music and it reminded me of an animal, except I couldn't remember which animal it reminded me of. So I went on Google Images, typed in "animal that goes like this" and the FIRST picture that came up was of a cockatoo. So I guess a lot of people were reminded of cockatoos when they saw people listening to music. Weird, eh? Anyway, I just type in your subject header and add or subtract words until Google Images gives me something that fits.

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