Last week I wrote about “What was Life Like Before the Computer” where a poem pointed out that before the computer, an application was used for employment, you pasted things with glue, and a virus was the flu. Times have surely changed because those words, along with many others have totally different meanings today.




It got me thinking about spell-checker and how much I, like many others, rely on it on a regular basis to keep written material free from spelling errors. What did I do without it?  It’s evolved a lot since it was first introduced, and now we have more than just a way to check for spelling mistakes, we can also check for grammar mistakes. More recently with Microsoft Office 2007, there’s also the contextual spell checker that ensures that the theirs and there’s along with the to and too’s, and all of the other homophones are used appropriately. (Image source)

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As a Firefox user, I was ecstatic when spell-check was included with Firefox 2.0 because that meant that when I left comments on blogs and social network sites, I’d know if there were any errors. Without a spell-checker, I’d spend a decent amount of time everyday correcting my spelling errors. In other words, it saves me A LOT of time.

With that said, I thought this poem was very fitting. I received it as a forwarded email a long time ago as I’m sure many of you have, but I managed to track down the original author. It was written by Jerrold H. Zar who I thought would have been an English professor, or a linguistics specialist. I was wrong, he’s a Biologist. Just reading through it once is enough to make anybody appreciate the spell-checkers that are readily available today in browsers, applications, and elsewhere.

CANDIDATE FOR A PULLET SURPRISE by Jerrold H. Zar
(Otherwise known as “Owed to a Spelling Checker”)

I have a spelling checker.
It came with my PC.
It plane lee marks four my revue
Miss steaks aye can knot sea.

Eye ran this poem threw it.
Your sure real glad two no.
Its very polished in its weigh,
My checker tolled me sew.

A checker is a blessing.
It freeze yew lodes of thyme.
It helps me right awl stiles two reed,
And aides me when aye rime.

Each frays comes posed up on my screen
Eye trussed too bee a joule.
The checker pours o’er every word
To cheque sum spelling rule.

Bee fore a veiling checkers
Hour spelling mite decline,
And if we’re laks oar have a laps,
We wood bee maid too wine.

Butt now bee cause my spelling
Is checked with such grate flare,
There are know faults with in my cite,
Of nun eye am a wear.

Now spelling does not phase me,
It does knot bring a tier.
My pay purrs awl due glad den
With wrapped words fare as hear.

To rite with care is quite a feet
Of witch won should be proud,
And wee mussed dew the best wee can,
Sew flaws are knot aloud.

Sow ewe can sea why aye dew prays
Such soft wear four pea seas,
And why eye brake in two averse
Buy righting want too please.