@Francis,
Francis wrote:
To me, it's not a matter of spelling police..
It's like aesthetics. A mispelling, especially an obvious one, is like a pimple on the Venus de Milo's face. Quite ungraceful...
Most of my posts are hardly in the league of the Venus.
They're more like a black velvet painting of 4 dogs playing a round of Texas Hold'em.
In real life, when I have something important/formal to write, like for business, or sympathies, happy birthdays, etc. I make sure everything's in order.
Here, I feel like I can let my hair down, and not stress over a misplaced letter or three.
I've had errors pointed out to me (in a joking way), that when I go back and look, I still don't see immediately where the mistake is.
Then, I'll think "Am I making mistakes I don't even know about, and driving somepeople crazy?"
Apparantly so.
Then, I realize it's their issue, not mine.
I don't mean that in a snotty, arrogant way, as JBP has implied. I truly mean it in that I'm totally not going to loose my peace of mind over a misspelled word, or the idea that some others go nuts over it.
It's small potatoes.
Not to pick out one particular person, but I just love reading farmerman's posts.
I love his spelling errors
I love the fact he makes them (at least sometimes) because he's missing half his fingers or something, and just carries on giving his ideas freely.
Grammar?
I get tightness in my chest when I hear that word. It throws me back to being a little girl disecting or whatever they call it, those sentences Sister Miriam Fidelis wrote up on the blackboard.
If you were to ask me right now what a preposition is, I couldn't give you the definition. If you told me, I'd say "oh yeah, that's right.", and forget within the week.
Gross spelling errors, like some text happy teens do, or just plain not knowing the spelling of words like "house", are annoying.
However, if I see someone is on a roll with a great post, or chooses to spell phonetically, or English is not their primary language, I just pay no attention.
I'm really not trying to be on a soap box over this.
Like has been said, everyone's got stuff that bugs them.
When my stuff bugs me, to the point of lessening the pleasure I take in something, I have to ask myself "what difference does it makes in the cosmic wheel of life?"