There is no spell check tool here at BDBO.
I’ve never asked designer and technican Rachel Cunliffe to put one in.

And I probably won’t be asking anytime soon.
Why? or is that why not?

Because I’m human and typos and goofs are part of who I am.
My spelling mistakes crack me up.
And trust me, they keep me humble.
There are so many of them!

If we judge bloggers, it needs to be about more than occasional errors.
I like heading over to blogs and seeing an honest typo or spelling error.
That having been said, there are places where one must be the epitome of linguistic fussiness.

English is such a complicated language. I got into a quick discussion today about a typo I’d missed in editing a piece for Spero News.
It was fixed immediately. It was my mistake, not the authors.
Then we got mulling through the spelling of ‘collectable.’ That’s when I realized how mutt-like my english is and I had to go look it up.

Variants. English/European spelling and US spelling.

I get a fair bit of that here at BDBO.
I don’t mind errors being pointed out at all.
When someone says I’m spelling honour incorrectly, odds are they are from the US and use honor. I had to look up collectable because it came from the back of my mind somewhere as opposed to a honest to goodness spell check.

With contributors from all over the world at Spero News, it seems like such a small thing. But it isn’t to an editor, and it isn’t to sharp eyed readers. A blogger named Nihil Obstat drove Catholic bloggers through the roof. Nihil had an obsession with grammar and spelling that would make a saint swear. St. Blog’s bloggers learned to live with Nihil. They had to. Even humour and sincerity didn’t stop the corrections.

Now, if I could just learn to stop dangling participles.

Gomery Inquiry
There is an opening paragraph at E-Group, Blogs Canada to a post on whether or not Canadians will have a June election that caused me to laugh. Ian Gillespie is spot on. I can identify.
It is an aspect about the publican ban that eluded me until I read it.

OK, so everyone knows what a “blog” is these days. After last week, I will never again have to explain to my less-than-hip, somewhat out of touch relatives what it means to be a blogger, or “weblogger”. If the doors to the Gomery Commission were shuttered tomorrow, this alone would hav’ta be worth twenty million dollars.

I’m gonna grind that meeces to peeces
Saturday night my computer mouse began dying. Right in the middle of something important. (it’s always important, isn’t it?)
I keep a spare one. But my spare one was over at a friend’s house. We’d been playing a two player game and I didn’t bring it home.

I managed to work my way through what needed to be done. It’s the next part that is scary. I stayed up all night so I could get to Staples and get a new mouse on Sunday. That sounds obsessive.
Living in the north is terrific, and the hassles are odd and relatively minor. There is no store close by where I could pick up a mouse at my convenience, so I pulled an all-nighter.
It was worth a few hours sleep. By the time I priced everything, it was just as cheap to toss in a new keyboard with the new mouse and go wireless. The store remains competitive with stores that don’t exist here.
I’m done with mice, keyboards and words for the day - off to play a game.