A couple pieces of "urban poetry art" down the street from my apartment that make me think, "Gee, maybe we shouldn't teach hoi polloi how to write."
A better question would be, "When does my spray paint spellcheck turn on?"
... yeah, I don't think there's going to be a wedding happening anytime soon. Sorry, hon.
And then, while checking my Flickr page yesterday, I came across this frightening piece of evidence that the English language is completely going to shite:
Please excuse the French, I like to make some things difficult on myself. Like Flickr.
I wonder if this nitpickyness is really me, or just the 4th day of the Atkins diet talking? Hmm.