I hate typos. I hate them with the white hot intensity of a thousand burning supernovas. Typos, in my eyes, can make one look careless and stupid. Even on these here Internets, a slip-up or wrong turn of phrase can land your ass on a site like Dumbest Tweets Ever.
The typo has plagued writers, typists, transcribers, copyists, stenographers, clerks, et al., since the dawn of literary production. The typo is such a bane that some anonymous author penned the above poem back in the early 1800s to express his—and, collectively, our—frustration with this enduring menace.
