Monday, September 24, 2007

Spell Check

What would you think if you were having a Garage Sale... and someone came up to you and said, "You spelled 'Garbage' incorrectly."?
Our computers all come with spell checkers. Sometimes they help you out, and sometimes they don't. You know what I mean. I got a good laugh out of this poem...

Eye halve a spelling chequer
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.

Eye strike a key and type a word
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong oar write
It shows me strait a weigh.

As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two long
And eye can put the error rite
Its rare lea ever wrong.

Eye have run this poem threw it
I am shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect awl the weigh
My chequer tolled me sew.


The following was sent to me by a friend a few weeks ago. I wanted to share with you...

A very self-important college freshman attending a recent football game, took it upon himself to explain to a senior citizen sitting next to him why it was impossible for the older generation to understand his generation.

"You grew up in a different world, actually an almost primitive one," the student said, loud enough for many of those nearby to hear. "The young people of today grew up with television, jet planes, space travel, man walking on the moon, our spaceships have visited Mars. We have nuclear energy, electric and hydrogen cars, computers with light-speed processing.....and," pausing to take another drink of beer........

The Senior took advantage of the break in the student's litany and said, "You're right, son. We didn't have those things when we were young. we invented them.

Now, young man, just what are YOU doing for the next generation?"
The applause was resounding...

Quotes of the Day
Sometimes you can't look up the correct spelling of a word
in the dictionary because you don't know how to spell it.


When our spelling is perfect, it's invisible.
But when it's flawed, it prompts strong negative associations.

~Marilyn vos Savant

Joke of the Day

A woman goes into the local newspaper office to see that the obituary for her recently deceased husband is written. The obit editor informs her that the fee for the obituary is 50 cents a word.

She pauses, reflects and then says, "Well, then, let is read, 'Fred Brown died.'"

Amused at the woman's thrift, the editor tells her that there is a 7 word minimum for all obituaries.

Only a little flustered, she thinks things over and in a few seconds says, "In that case, let it read, 'Fred Brown died. 1988 Bronco For Sale.'"


I've made some changes to My Humor Page and I have added a page for my Redneck Jokes.
I've also added some new "Getting Old Jokes". If you need a laugh, check them out. You might find something to make you giggle a little.

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