I hate spell-checkers. I’m sitting here, typing away, a happy little boy. Every once in a while, my fingers will slip; my mind will want a word it doesn’t remember how to spell. And I’ll type it the way I recall it being, press enter and a nice little red bar appears under the word, to remind me, to tell me, I’ve done wrong. It’s not that I don’t think I’m making mistakes or that I don’t like having my mistakes pointed out. It’s that a spell-checker makes me lazy; it doesn’t teach me how to spell correctly. It simply accepts my errors and cleans them up without any fuss. It makes us lazy. Much the same way photos, videos, even the written word does. We build things to remember for us. And what do we fill our brains up with once we aren’t expected to remember this information? Garbage. Shit. Plotlines and theme songs from old shows. Quotes from movies and songs that don’t really mean anything. I’ve always wanted to write something where one of the main characters only speaks in song lyrics. I’m sure it could easily be done, were it not for legal wranglings, permission fees and copyrights. As appealing of an experiment as it might be, it would prove little and probably be unreadable.
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