The spell checker remains too stupid to work out what would be an obvious mistake to any human, and that would assuage my fears of a robot uprising if there weren't the more immediate annoyance of having to proof read my work personally. I don't think I'm actually that good at it, and perhaps no one is given that multiple sets of eyes are employed by the properly wary. For all I know this very post is riddled with words which aren't what I meant.
I see these words as some kind of sentient being, something like a gremlin. You're familiar with them outside the context of those movies and the car, I hope. It was something conjured up by the imagination of aviators to explain inexplicable failures in their flying machines. The idea of a little devious monster wrecking the craft was less scary than the idea that such mishaps would happen for positively no reason. At least I think that's how all that goes.
Just like those gremlins, making a living thing out of those words is how I lessen my anxiety. It's like an intelligent, reasoning string of letters that manages to outsmart sophisticated computer software. What else could do such a thing? Now, since I've decided that it's a living thing, I can combat it according to the rules that govern the living. I can physically confront it or swear at it, and these things will have a beneficial effect above and beyond the relief of stress that those things bring. Don't worry about me- I've found the solution, and you can too!
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