“I hate spelling errors; you mix up two letters and the whole thing
is urined.” – Annonymous
My childhood dream of becoming a superhero has finally arrived. As
no one could ever accused me of thinking big, the superpower I imagined for myself
was to be a tolerably good speller.* I just rely on spell-check, but it still
feels pretty amazing. A few of the villains I have vanquished in this story:
diarrhea, rhythm, rhyme, Fahrenheit, cemetery, and maneuver. If I’m forced to
write with a pen and paper you’ll probably see these words crossed out after a
few failed attempts and alternate words put in their place, e.g. “diarrhea” is
replaced by the far less elegant “the squirts” and so on.
*I’m talking about English. I have a very adversarial relationship with Spanish,
French, Arabic, and even Greek, but they are quite easy when it comes to spelling
because of a little thing called rules.
P.S. Poop and pee both touched on in this post. If I did a fart joke I would have hit the low-brow humor trifecta. I think that I just did!