In Which The Ginger Shows Her Temper And Wastes More Of Your Precious Time

Good evening, blog-reading-people.

You may or may not know by now, but I am a grammar and spelling Nazi, as the name is on the internet. I spell things correctly ninety-nine percent of the time, and always try to make what I say make sense to those who read it. I view that as a type of courtesy; you don't have to translate what I'm saying so that you have a chance of understanding it (unless I'm using really long words, but that's a whole other story).

Now, I understand that spelling is hard for some people, especially those for whom English is not their first language. And that's fine and dandy. There are also people for whom spelling is not fun, not something that they can do very well. And that's not their fault, I know.

But seriously, when you spell something awfully wrong, and I correct it just so that you know how to spell it next time, is it really necessary to start a fight or call me names? Surely, if it bothers you, the mature thing to do would be to have a quiet word with me in a private chat and tell me so. Don't go gallivanting about in main chat calling me a prick or a stupid cunt, because I will get upset or angry, or both. And believe me, when I'm like that, I get very rude and do not care for peoples' feelings. At all.

And I'm sorry if I get muddled up and get angry at you when it was a genuine mistake and you were joking about whatever you said about me, but sometimes I have a short fuse.

As you may have figured out, I have to deal with this kind of thing rather frequently. It's not fun. And yes, I know, I have your sympathy. Of course. (If you can't detect sarcasm, get out.)