Dearie, dearie me

[scene: Branch's desk, faced by an empty chair]

*faint squeaking noises*

[a hand emerges from floor-wards and flails for the keyboard]

Oh dear.

[Branch hauls herself up into the desk chair, takes one look at her clipboard and collapses over the desk]

*shrieks of laughter*

*pulls self together, wipes eyes*

I just had to share this one. Lois posted it at the Baen Bar, and Ken emailed it to me. Here, for your gratification, Why to be Careful with Spellcheck.

Puts me in mind of how a single misplaced letter vaulted a piece of fan fiction I saw the other day from mediocrity to immortality, in my mind. I mean, I was just reading along innocently, when I hit this literary caltrop... It went, in part, "The muscles in your back ripple, as you move your arms above your head; stretching, for my satisfaction more then your own. I can feel my nipples throb for your touch, my thighs are quacking. Estel, my Estel, how you tease me..."

In the department of, "If it walks like a duck...", one presumes. "A spellchecker is a dangerous tool, Saruman." "Why? Why should *we* fear to use it...?"

;-), L.

*sniggers*