Since Larissa was writing about words this morning, albeit on a much more sophisticated level, I figured I’d join in. I just thought this ‘test’ was really cool (and explains why, when I taught, that I could read my eighth graders essays, riddled with errors with no problem):

from NavySEALs.com Blacknet Weekly Report – Humor:
[ed.note: Old, but still amazing…]

Don’t delete this because it looks weird . . . Believe it or not you can read it .

I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg
The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn’t mttaer inwaht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae.

The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm . Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.

Amzanig huh? yaeh and I awlyas thought slpeling was inpmorantt

Anyway – the three year old went to bed at 3 am – she definitely beat me. Of course, we were up by 7 am or so and I know there will be lots of coffee in my future today.

And Sylvia was a step ahead of me in making up buttons for her unofficial message board challenge! I’d offer to help, but you know the trouble I’m causing my own website. And me and HTML – not so good. Me and plotting – also not good. But I will break through the mess I’m making of DWD. I’m thinking too hard, trying to force the characters into someplace they don’t want to go. I keep telling them it’s for their own good, but they’re not listening and grumbly alpha male is getting grumpier by the second. This morning he just cocked his eyebrow at me and then turned and sauntered away.

Coffee. Need coffee.

Steph T.