Monday, June 2, 2008

If at first you don't succeed...

Yearbook typos are funny (and I say this as a former yearbook editor who died a little inside each time she found a typo in her finished project, so actually by "funny" I mean "AAAAAAAAA!"), but check out the comment from the yearbook company at the end of this article about spellcheck turning evil. Dude, if it's happening EVERY YEAR, maybe at some point you want to work out a way of fixing the system? Maybe, call me crazy, but perhaps DISABLING FREAKING SPELLCHECK?

(Also, could someone open up Blogger's spellcheck and add the word "spellcheck?" Kthxbai. And add "kthxbai" while you're in there.)

1... 2...

A musician I never got to see, clothes I never got to wear (though I don't so much care about that), and (ETA: one committed product designer whose work I know rather well).

1. Bo Diddley, noted gunslinger.

2. Yves Saint Laurent, noted popularizer of women's pantsuits.

3. ...and unless something big happens (get well soon, Teddy Kennedy; I don't want you in the Trifecta for a long time yet ETA: you either, Byrd! stop that!), I'm gonna go with Mr. Fredric J. Baur, inventor of the Pringles can -- not because he's recent (he died last month), not because he gives us a well-balanced Trifecta, but because this commercial extolling his smart design is just too fun.

Mr. Baur, very proud of his invention, had a portion of his ashes buried in a Pringles can. And that dear friends is commitment. (Confidential to any Gunn family members passing through: Remember the ringtoss game Dad made out that used the plastic rings off the top of the old-school Pringles cans? That was a very cool ringtoss. I wish I'd told him so.)