davmar Posted November 14, 2003 Share Posted November 14, 2003 Eye halve a spelling chequer It came with my pea sea It plainly marques four my revue Miss steaks eye kin knot sea. Eye strike a key and type a word And weight four it two say Weather eye am wrong oar write It shows me strait a weigh. As soon as a mist ache is maid It nose bee fore two long And eye can put the error rite Its rare lea ever wrong. Eye have run this poem threw it I am shore your pleased two no Its letter perfect awl the weigh My chequer tolled me sew. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Klipschfoot Posted November 14, 2003 Share Posted November 14, 2003 Oui down kneed know sting king spell chequer. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dflip Posted November 15, 2003 Share Posted November 15, 2003 I would think that since you are handing in the assignment late you would have used the spell checker on Word. Oh, you did. I see, you're a phonetic speller. This would explain a few things. It does somewhat resemble what gets handed in to me in grade eight. Spell checker only check for the correct spelling of real words, not the correct use of the word. I may use this on Monday. Thanks. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Clipped and Shorn Posted November 15, 2003 Share Posted November 15, 2003 fini, dig ewe cone necktie yore goat tear 500C jet? SEE&GBS watt our hue wading fore? Miss hWiggins? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Clipped and Shorn Posted November 16, 2003 Share Posted November 16, 2003 OK, maybe I was being too obscure..... Remember Bernard Shaw's (GBS) word ghoti with the "gh" from "laugh", the "o" from "women" and the "ti" from "nation" and could be pronounced "fish"? fisher=ghoti+er=ghotier=goat tear c7s Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tom Mobley Posted November 16, 2003 Share Posted November 16, 2003 hipped and thrown, yeah, that's pretty obscure. You'd like the guy I work for, speaks in obscure movie references. Got in trouble a few months ago for using the line "yer killin me, Whitey" from the baseball movie to a black guy in the dept. You could've heard a pin drop..... Tom Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Clipped and Shorn Posted November 16, 2003 Share Posted November 16, 2003 Tom, Yes I know what you mean, it is possible to take this so far out there that you are just asking to be misunderstood.....and for what.?....just a little money.....there's alot more to life than just a little money....I just don't get it..... did you get it........? hint: "I guess that's your buddy in the wood chipper?......" C&S Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tom Mobley Posted November 16, 2003 Share Posted November 16, 2003 nah, I'm totally clewless Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Clipped and Shorn Posted November 16, 2003 Share Posted November 16, 2003 Here is another hint. following links like a detective C&S Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mike stehr Posted November 16, 2003 Share Posted November 16, 2003 I guess that place is worth eight grand. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tom Mobley Posted November 16, 2003 Share Posted November 16, 2003 I'll remain in my cluless state, I've never seen that movie, don't even know what it's about. However, I have worked at numerous lumber mills and plywood plants and have seen the aftermath of a guy going through a chipper. Not pretty. The family buried a big box of red wood chips. Tom Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Clipped and Shorn Posted November 16, 2003 Share Posted November 16, 2003 Its a pretty good movie.....(like the ancient traditions of Greek tragedies, a dark side seems to be needed for drama) I was paraphrasing a scene toward the end after Marge, a pregnant detective, apprehends the gruesome murderer: MARGE ... I guess that was your accomplice in the wood chipper. Grimsrud's head bobs with bumps on the road; otherwise he is motionless, reactionless, scowling and gazing out. MARGE ... And those three people in Brainerd. No response. Marge, gazing forward, seems to be talking to herself. MARGE ... And for what? For a little bit of money. We hear distant sirens. MARGE ... There's more to life than money, you know. She glances up in the rear-view mirror. MARGE ... Don't you know that?... And here ya are, and it's a beautiful day... Grimsrud's hollow eyes stare out. The sirens are getting louder. Marge pulls over. MARGE ... Well... She leans forward to the dash to give two short signalling WHOOPS on her siren. She turns on her flashers. She leans back with a creak and jangle of utilities. She stares forward, shakes her head. We hear the dull click of her flashers. MARGE ... I just don't unnerstand it. Outside it is snowing. The sky, the earth, the road - all white. A squad car, gumballs spinning, punches through the white. It approaches in slow motion. An ambulance punches through after it. Another squad car. FADE OUT: Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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