Spelling

Yesterday I intended to make a point about what a good speller I am but my post was hijacked by poetry. I was rolling around pounding my fists on the floor and screaming, “I am so funny!” Others do not always share my biased perspective. I daydream about what it would be like to live in a Universe where I was the funniest person on one of the planets. Actually I would likely just be a Court Jester for King of Unfunny Planet. The inhabitants of UP do not even know where they live. They walk around asking each other, “What’s UP?” I am getting sidetracked again. Spelling triumphs were supposed to be included in my About profile. Spelling was my best subject in Middle School, so my grade point average cratered when it was not a course offered in high school. Eventually technology made my talent obsolete. Actually it was only a talent for the untalented. If Faulkner had misspelled words, his creativity would have been celebrated. Mop top Beatle haircuts were banned in my high school except for the musical prodigy who received an exemption. You do not have to follow any Rules of Blogging if your letters are so arranged that they explode off the page with blinding brilliance. But if you are not endowed with special gifts like Faulkner, The Beatles, or Tiger Woods, then you better follow the rules. Geniuses are geniuses because they break rules. Michael Jordan defied gravity because he could. If we all followed the rules, we would still be huddled together inside our Cave of Origin. Sootopolis Spelling never would have invented Spelling if he had not ignored the rules against playing with his food when he tipped over his alphabet soup in the Cave.