HARVARD, JAIL AND PRISON

So in a comment thread on another blog, I made a comment about how whenever I -- in my capacity as a copy editor -- send any messages about grammar, usage, word choice, etc. -- I manage to make at least one typo. I noted this after -- IRONY ALERT -- I used the word "inarticulate" when I meant "articulate."

So someone then posted a link to this poem about the hazards of incomplete proofreading and Spell-Check Gone Rogue. It was perhaps the funniest thing I've seen all day.

Caution for the Squeamish: A good third of the displaced words render their sentences sexual, scatalogical or squicky. Which is invariably what happens with Really Unfortunate Typos. I'll never forget the time I read -- in print, I think -- that an event was "free and open to the pubic." Anyway, this poem is worth it if only for the reference to the Big Three Ivy League schools: "Harvard, Jail and Prison."

Hee, and glee.


Words: Finally finished Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez (I was taking it slow) -- very good book; the characters tended to be simultaneously frustrating and endearing. Though my sympathy for Florentino is muted by his actions regarding his ward. Won't say any more, to avoid the dreaded spoilers.
State O'Mind: Amused