Technology has certainly solved many of life’s problems, but it’s also created some interesting new ones as well. Take auto-fill, for example.
Cingular with me on a Sobieski Journey to the Y2k Quadmire of Serape!
Hilarious auto-correct errors aren’t unique to the iPhone, but for some reason it seems like they have the most offenses. Back when I was rocking a state-of-the-art Razr it never censored my repeated uses of swear words and after awhile helpfully tried to auto-fill the words “motherfucker” and “douche bag” for me. How sweet!
Frustration at the iPhone’s prudish insistence I not swear is rivaled only by my frustration at some of their ridiculous suggestions for commonly misspelled, or even sometimes correctly spelled, words.
For example, I wanted to tweet recently about a book that I just had to include on my wishlist. Except it didn’t like the word wishlist and automatically corrected it to “quagmire.” As in, “That book is totally on my quagmire!” Thanks, iPhone, for making me sound crazier than I already do. I don’t need any help with that. Really.
Instead of tweeting about that book (can’t remember the title now—good thing I added it to my quagmire!) I ended up tweeting about the quagmire of auto-correction and received some pretty hilarious responses from my twitter buddies:
Honestly, fierceflawless is the very HEIGHT of serape. I’m not just sombrero that, either.
New mama (very new!) Hvnly responded that her phone favors Russian last names over all other parts of speech.
Dr Stef’s phone can’t remember what decade we’re in, and I blame Y2k for this.
Perhaps my favorite auto-fill happened one time when my BFF texted me and was trying to say “Justin is coming with me.” Instead it came out,
“Justin is Cingular with me.”
Product placement in auto-correct?! I think we just discovered the advertising form of the future.