Oh dear, gentle readers, the decline and fall of proper English usage continues apace. There are more people who know less about the language, and prove it, by writing and publishing their errors.
When I began blogging, lo these many (4) years ago, I had to click to get my output Spellchecked. Now, I don’t even have my fingers raised from the keys, before that dreaded wavy red underline tells me I’ve Miss Spelled mispilled somehow erred – which would be great, if the program actually spelled the correct word.
When I enter text into a translation program, it even tells me that my foreign language words are not spelled ‘correctly’ in English. GrammarCheck is just as bad. It’s more powerful now, but the code-writers could have used GrammarCheck themselves.
I wrote ‘The Beatles – Let It Be’, and was ‘corrected’ to – let it is. I typed ‘lay it down’ – and was ‘corrected’ to lie it down. It wanted me to revise one line to – ‘any idea we were coming had’. That program may have been upgraded by a Squarehead Kraut, because only the Germans the verb at the end of the sentence put.
Other official, commercial headshakers include:
MSN’s headline that –Seattle sets record four loudest stadium.
a Wikipedia photo, captioned ‘The Chicago L’ It’s an elevated train, Loser!
a crossword puzzle where the clue ‘Classic Chevy’ – equaled ‘TBird’, apparently built by Henry and Edsel Chevrolet.
it hardens back to a time – Only between your ears. I harken (or hearken) back to archaic usage.
beer-swaling hockey nuts – So many illiterate, bladder-emptying jokes…they’re swilling.
Rule could effect record company profits – What is the affect of incorrect usage?
I could really careless about a number – I couldn’t care less about your careless misusage.
She clamored up the stairs – making a lot of noise, as she clambered up the stairs.
Bare with me a while, seems to be an invitation to a party I can’t bear to miss.
warned of their want to cross the road – I want them to know that the correct word is wont. (not won’t)
the couple had a relationship, but only plutonic – Wow, that’s out of this world.
sense you left….your English doesn’t make any since
I’d bend over back words – Like ‘Asshole’? That’s a ‘back word’ for backwards writers.
Toe-headed people like me – More like ass-headed. tow-headed = sandy-colored hair.
I studied Shakespeare and Julia’s Cesar – You just want to pound your head, or a teacher’s.
eats chutes and leaves – Without understanding the joke – or Botany.
a bowl haircut, like Moe from the Three Stugges – A fourth stugge stooge wrote this crap.
a quilt made from old flower sacks – Filled with roses and crysanth krisan more roses. Does anybody besides me remember when flour came in sacks?
They’re being terrorists shouldn’t bother anyone. – Their being a professional writer, should!
a tee-shirt bearing her mid drift – I bear a mid-drift; she was baring her midriff.
did the ice-bucket challenge with a pale of cold milk – Well, a pail of it is white.
Farmers’ Market vendors sell beefstake tomatoes – To vampire killers?
A butcher sells male and peamale bacon
caught in the straight-jacket of social expectations – Go strait to the dictionary!
came to blows with eatchother – Please note the spacebar below
Gourmet salad dressings – tomatow and beal – Tomato, mixed with things like cranberry and mango. What in Hell is beal?
He wasn’t aloud to carry a gun – He had to keep quiet about what he was allowed to carry
He wrecked havoc – I hate it when someone wrecks my havoc. I just get the detritus and debris randomly distributed, only to find some OCD has wreaked order and neatness with a broom.
The hooker lifted her short skirt to display her wears – But she wears none, so bewares, don’t get caught unawares, in the warehouse, among the softwares and hardwares.
So I od not have to mention it again – It’s odd that they don’t know the correct word is ought.
Ball your eyes out – I would bawl, but at least it’s better than eyeing your balls out.
They’re just etching out a living – There’s no need for eking a living, when you can make etchings.
I’ll leave you with the tale of a reader who reached my site, riding on the search term “Archron, Ohio.” He may have found me, but he’ll never find Akron.
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