Pause: a Typo Confessional

Now that I've blitzed my friends with the link to this blog, I feel the need to pause and explain myself. There have been, and there inevitably will be many many many more typos or random injections of completely nonsensical words in this blog.

I type a lot at work. All day long I just read and type. Starting in graduate school, I developed a nasty habit of injecting perfectly spelled, completely unrelated works into my outlines, and (horror) I think my exams. (**OMG, case in point, I just did it.**) The problem is that I don't have to think to type, and I'm a rather scatterbrained person to begin with. Let's say I am starting to write about peppers, but since I'm completely obsessed with the elections and current political news, I'm just as liable to type Palin or Paulson, though more likely that not my typos aren't proper nouns.

I am also geographically challenged. I don't just mean via navigating a car through a maze of highways, or taking the correct subway (note: managed to take the wrong one this very morning) or walking in the correct direction despite living in the grid-imposed island of Manhattan, though all of the above are true. I mean I even have difficulty with right and left. Case in point was a blog entry I've since fixed about a jar of vinegar for a Yakitori Totto noodle dish that I described as being on the left when it was clearly on the right.

And it doesn't help that most of these posts are written between 11pm and 3am.

Why the heck am I compelled to even provide this confessional? Probably because I have an outsized ego, worked at school newspapers for four years, and was an English major. I cannot stand the thought that you might think I do not know that "a lot" is two words, or that I don't properly know how to use "their" versus "there." I can handle you knowing that I'm a lazy bastard who can't be bothered to proofread, but I can't stomach the idea that you might think that I don't know where to put my commas, even if I don't bother to put the commas in the correct place.

These postings are first drafts, with no rewriting, late-night blitzes from the erratic, eclectic, sometimes energetic ruminations of my mind. I hope they're fun to read and provide good procrastination fodder from the busy humdrum of our lives -- apologies in advance for the typos.