Ever since I've been a radio broadcast editor/producer (oh yeah, it's my day job) I've headed down to Nashville for an annual religious broadcasters convention. Yee Haw.
Here's one time I went. And another.
It always comes during cold and flu season and—without fail—I get sick and lose my voice when I'm in Nashville.
It's uncanny.
So uncanny, in fact, I seriously suspect I'm allergic.
This year I fought back and brought some super-powered anti-histamines with me. I was doing really well until they ran out.
Then I got sick and lost my voice.
NASHVILLE!
Anyway, one of my little games while I was there was to post a random photo of me and ask people where they thought I was. However.
I don't know what happened when I posted but I seriously suspect auto correct was involved and I ended up saying "Guess were I am?" on Instagram…Facebook…Twitter…basically everywhere.
And since I was in a massive hotel with sketchy wireless (and I was roaming so I couldn't go on 3G or Internet, which actually worked) I could never seem to DELETE the post, nor leave a comment CORRECTING my error.
This, my friends, is ultimate shame for a writer.
But apparently my entire friend list was willing to overlook this error as no one corrected me and, actually, I don't even think anyone cared to notice.
My theory is everyone is developing "auto correct grace." What do you think?
I mean, my error was pretty much obvious to a third grader so why didn't anyone say anything? They knew what I meant? Well, maybe. They thought I couldn't spell? Doubtful. So what else is there? Auto Correct Grace. ACG.
It's a thing. I'm basically sure of it.
3 comments:
Interesting! I normally would notice mistakes like this, but not this time. I think because it's such a short sentence, I caught the meaning quickly without actually reading the whole thing.
That or we take auto correct for granted so much so that we can't spell anymore and assume it's all write...:)
very interesting .
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