Fine, Thnaks. Yourself?

I make my share of typos. Always have. Can't see that changing.
Oh, sure, it might, but for today I'm sticking with what I just said.
Of all the finger-ups I make I'd have to say reversing the 'n' and 'a' in thanks is my top typo.
It's so common to me I don't even see it until later.
Spell Czech?
I rarely pay attention or even see it on Blogger and as for my private emails, well, the spell cheque there is set to French for hog-knows-what reason. I've tried to change it. It gives me choices of traditional or modern French.
Word has it in English. Why the emailer won't respect that I'll never know, but it doesn't. Unless my eyes actually catch the flip it goes out.
Later, I notice.

My point is I know I do it. I have tried to retrain my recalcitrant fingers. They're having none of it.

What about you? Got a finger-up that bugs you?
Comments? Concerns? Confessions?

Thnaks for reading.

Me and My Typos

I'm still resting from my long weekend away so no proper post yet.
Soon.
I promise.
Meanwhile, I must apologize for my typos. My eyes are not what they used to be, and my typing skills never were. No matter how many times I check, something often gets by me.
I am sorry.
I'll try to do better in the future. Maybe I need to take more time, maybe I should have a second cup of coffee before I attempt any responses. Or maybe I should just accept the fact that stuff'll get by me. Mistakes are easier to find after I've hit publish.
I tell myself it's because I have Type O blood and ergo can't help myself, but even I groan at that lame attempt at humour.
I'll post again. And my comments will have the occasional mistake. It's my nature.

Me And My Typeaus

Faux French spelling aside--I did it on purpose--I routinely find typos and editing jewels in my blog posts.

I’m sorry.

I do the best I can. I can reasonably conclude from recent history that my best is woefully inadequate. For example, a recent post contained the gem “tipped his hat to me other . . ." While it does offer a lovely Irish-esque lilt, it makes no sense.

At least I do eventually find them. When I do I go in and make the correction. Can’t help myself. Even if no one will every see it again I feel the need to make it right.
It’s my writing. It’s got my name on it. If I am going to make wild allegations about the Web that I am a writer, then I should make the copy as clean as I can.
I’d like to find someone or something to blame but I can’t. It’s all me.

Oh, sure, I had laser eye surgery seven years ago and that’s certainly a . . .well it definitely plays a . . . no, I can’t blame my eyesight or the weather or lack of chocolate or an improper chew toy regimen. I simply think that everything is as it should be when I post.

Later I find out that I am once again wrong.

Sigh.

All I can do is my best and hope I catch every slip of the finger later on.
If I don’t, then any chance we can write it off as part of my charm?