Tuesday, September 25, 2007
We Regret the Error
I have been publishing on the web for a number of years. Ransom Note Typography is merely the latest incarnation. Over the course of the past few years of this site I have made a number of small factual, grammatical and typographical errors. In the tradition of the very best journalists and media outlets, I shall now endeavor to correct these errors in the record, before they begin to fester.
I was never arrested for hiding in Jennifer Aniston’s shrubbery outside her bedroom window. I was up in a tree.
When I called my youngest daughter “Devil Spawn,” I obviously misspoke. She is, in fact, “Demon Spawn.”
Due to an error in editing in my review of Windows Vista, the sentence that read “And then I booted into Windows Vista; my face caught on fire, my head exploded in a torturous rage of pain, and pus began to flow from every pore of my body” was incorrect. I could have easily omitted the comma after the word “pain.”
My boss is the Creative Director, not the Creative Detractor, as I once published.
A mis-configured server allowed this error to slip into the feed for the site: “George Bush (40) is the worst thing to happen to the United States since they canceled Firefly and he will go down in history as the worst president to ever lead this nation; I can’t believe we still put up with his crap day after day; does anyone really believe even one word that comes out of his mouth? ‘The Surge is working,’ my big fat, hairy tookus.” [President Bush is the 43rd president, not the 40th.]
The picture of me posing nude with Carmen Electra was obviously fake and a bad Photoshop job.
Due to the lateness of the hour, the overarching pain and the side effects of certain opiates I had taken; I made a small error when I stated that I ran the St. George Marathon in under 2 hours. I have not, as of yet crossed the finish line and am posting this from mile marker 19.
I accidentally left out the word “not” in the sentence that read: “I was high when I asked Reha to marry me.”
Had I done even a perfunctory Google search I would have known that calling one of my new co-workers a “spic” was very bad form. That was very wrong of me. Also I should not have pointed out in her first staff meeting that she had “bodacious ta-ta’s.” Again, very bad form on my part and I apologize.
As of this writing, Abe Vigoda is still not dead, no matter what I said in 2005.
Though I spell-check every entry before hitting “publish,” I somehow misspelled “right-wing nutjobs who seem intent on destroying all our civil liberties” as “ass-wipe morons who can’t seem to understand that we still have a Bill of Rights in this country.” I have since re-installed my word processing software and hope the error doesn’t pop up again.
Thank you for being one of my readers and I hope that these errors, oversights and misstatements do not detract from your viewing pleasure here at Ransom Note Typography. I cherish all of you.
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