When a person publishes a piece of writing with a spelling error in it that he/she cannot change. Happens after writing has been submitted, and the person realizes that the error will be there for an eternity. The spelling error will be a crack in a perfectly sculpted piece of art, but however fantastic the art is people will only notice the spelling error. Such events drive the creator straight up the crazy tree, and they also drive the viewer into a region I like to call spellcheck-lockoutville, also known as the cookoo corner.
1. The spellcheck-lockout forced me to come to terms with the fact that my English essay entitled "Words of the English Language" wasn't going to be worth shit.
2. Right after I published my 856 page autobiography about my life I realized i had spelled automobile, autamobile. I cried for 3.5 months when I realized that there wasn't a damn thing I could do about my spellcheck-lockout. Now whenever I encounter another human life they say, "Autamobile Tyler? Really? There's a fucking o after the t you stupid piece a shit. What the fuck were you thinking?"
And I can only reply," I messed up, and I will never let it happen again for as long as I live."
They then reply, "Well you truly fucked up the word automobile, so Im gonna make sure this is a promise you'll be able to keep dirtbag."
Next they take out a plasma sword and just go to fucking town on my stomach and neck.
The act of when a spellchecker gives you alterative spellings of a missed spelled word that are not even close to the word you typed. Even to the point of giving you alterative spellings that don’t even start with the same letter.
John: “Why did you put ‘Zigzags’ at the bottom of your text?
Sherry: “I guess my blackberry has Spellchecker Dyslexia and changed 'xoxoxo' to 'zigzags' when it spelljacked my text”.