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An Open Letter To My Spell-Check

Dear Spell-Check,

Is there any shot you could get smarter? Not too smart–I don’t want you checking my logic, or pitching me jokes–but just a bit less dimly literal-minded.

Remember Watson? The AI program that beat Ken Jennings on Jeopardy? Now, they’ve reconfigured it to help in the fight against cancer. You, on the other hand, think that I meant to write the word “fir.” Now, “fir” is–technically–correct: that’s how you spell that word. But it’s March, so I’m not talking about Christmas trees, and I live in the sub-tropics, so I’m not talking about a walk in the forest I took. You know I meant “for.”

I’m not mad, Spell-Check; I’m disappointed. You can do better.

Sincerley,

Throughs one teh Dade

4 Comments

  1. Luther Von Baconson

    March 2, 2016 at 1:00 pm

    my Mom tells Siri to piss off then feels bad when Siri says “you don’t really mean that, do you?”

  2. Do you really want spell-check to know where you live?

    Spell check thought you where Canadian, not surprising given the crowd you run with.


    Tor

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