On a daily bias, auto-complete creates more angst and humor than anything else in my life. Angst when business is involved, humor when texting friends. I noticed the same is true for you, especially when trying to reply to a post via cell phone. Please know I do not find this annotation. It makes me laugh. No apologies necessary! Though I do appreciate the calcification when it’s too abstract to figure out what you’re really saying.
I’m having the same probability.
My house needs shoes, but my furrier is booked solid, and can’t get out for a coal fitting.
The other night, I was walking the dig, when Daisy texted and asked if I could throw Barbeque a few extra flakes of hail in the morning.
No problem, I replied. Will do fast thing, before I go see Huddle and (?!?) Danish.
My smart phone repeatedly tries to invite Fiends over for dinner. Sadly, I am booked with Infidels, and the Fiends must wait.
Apparently I have many, many fiends. Alas, my fiends are busy, and unable to vista most Saturns. (Sundaes are usually out, for one reason or anointment.)
- Fiend One was team rapping with her house.
- Fiend Two is busy with Barbeque and her fool.
- Fiend Three is illogical and has to stay in bed, so she doesn’t get whorls.
- Fiend Four is going to be heretic this weekend, so I hope we can squeal in a visitation. (Waaaaait a second. What kind of visitation do heretics get?)
Personally, I think Dr. Seuss wrote the algorithm that various programs use to generate auto-complete.
One Fist, Two Fist, Red Fist, Blue Fist!
Having just spell-checked this post, I can report spell-checking has the potential to make auto-complete errors funnier, or more horrific, depending on the intended recipe. Uh. Recipient.
Let’s hear your glitches!
FYI, auto-complete offered “glitter” for “glitches”.
Glitter away, dear fiends!