Maybe it’s just me, and I readily admit I didn’t exactly excel in English class while in school, but there’s seems to be an ongoing contest between the spellchecker on my comp and myself.
Instead of gazing out windows, daydreaming, or mentally bemoaning what I considered the restrictive confinement of school it might have been better had I of paid more attention.
Words I know are spelled correctly and can verify as being so are often red lined as misspelled, and words that are accepted as such at times aren’t.
This used to send me in other directions, open another tab, pull up the dictionary and double check – I don’t bother much with that anymore as I figure you can’t really argue with an inanimate object and everyone knows typos, abbreviations, and the like amount to a second language on the net.
Now I take a sort of belligerent glee when I see the red line – it’s like you don’t like that, well whose the daddy?
Comps are full of minor aggravations we in time succumb to – like that redundant questioning of our decisions – are you sure you want to delete this? It’s permanent you know? Really? You’re absolutely positive?
I’m surprised there isn’t a grace period, that a message doesn’t appear saying we will be given some time to think about it, maybe a day or so. Maybe an online counselor to examine and walk you through your decision and motivations.
“What prompts you to take this action – how does it make you feel? Do you have authority issues or fixated on your mother or father? Would you like a prescription to help you cope?”
Or that “postpone” button – postpone to me means I’ve set something aside and will get back to it at my convenience, pop up reminders are neither necessary or appreciated….are you ready to install now? How about now? Not now! Then when – five minutes, ten?
I’ve known people who became so unhinged by all this they actually assaulted their comp, hoping I guess to render it into submission – bad move though as they didn’t, and if they wind up having to replace it the spellchecker brother picks up where the other left off….maybe looking to extract a little revenge.
And what about those animate spellcheckers? You know, the ones who live in a basement trolling the net loftily correcting a persons spelling or usage of a word?
What’s up with them other than they don’t have a life? The dankness of the basement they inhabit leading to some mold or fungus taking root on the brain? I mean do they really think they’re all that?
A valid case could be made they are the ones who should be medicated.
My wish for them is that the spellchecker they employ finds them unworthy and permanently denies them internet access. That every time they attempt to log on they are informed they misspelled their password .
Talk about a bunch of frustrated diva’s should that be the way of it. I think I’d pay to see their reactions.