Years ago, in the comments portion of an online article, I came across this whimsical poem:
Eye half a spell checker
It came with my PC
It plainly Marx for my revue
Miss steaks I can knot sea
I've run this poem threw it
I'm sure yore pleased too no
It's letter-perfect inn it's weigh
Four my checker tolled me sew
Spell checkers, like Little League right fielders or my spam filter, can't catch everything. Homophones are their kryptonite.
We need more than you, no. We need the verb relating to awareness or understanding. So, in the spirit of Ronald Isley and his siblings, I'll throw my hands up and shout:
I want you to know right now.
