Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Pissed? Flip on your Smily switch...

Can someone please tell me what a Smily switch is? Is that, like, a mechanism for when you're all depressed and pissed off, and you've got company coming over, and you need to make yourself friendly and hospitable really quickly? So you flip on your Smily switch and everything gets all hunky-dory then? Or is it just a gigantic spelling snafu where someone misspelled the word simply (which would fit nicely into the context of the sentence) really badly?

11 comments:

mama grammarphile said...

Perhaps "Smily" should have been "Simply"? I know it would have been a complex, rather than simple, typo. But it makes sense, doesn't it?
Perhaps I have given this way too much thought.... Gotta get a life, here.
Happy New Year!

Laura said...

It looks like a spell-checker correction. I'm thinking the original word was a misspelled "Simply" and was corrected by a helpful spell-checker, like the correction on MS Word that led to the "Cupertino effect." Or maybe it's simply a typo for "Simply."

THE GRAMMARPHILE said...

That's what I was thinking, too. Great minds think alike! Happy New Year to you too, Mom! :)

THE GRAMMARPHILE said...

Laura--gotta love the "helpfulness" of those spell-checkers, hmmm? :)

Yvie said...

Man, I think you should get extra points for being able to figure out what word they actually meant to use.

THE GRAMMARPHILE said...

Yeah, that one took me a little while--it was SO screwy that it threw me off! I like your idea, Yvie--grammar brownie points for everyone who figured out what "Smily" was! :)

JD said...

I'd be concerned about any spell-checker that doesn't know 'simply'...

David said...

I flip around my smiley part quite often and it gives me great pleasure to do so - however I did not learn that tweaking tip from a hairdresser, although in theory I certainly could have.

Cheers

THE GRAMMARPHILE said...

JD: I think that's definitely a spell-checker FAIL!

Brian said...

A Smily Switch. Is that what they call it now?

I remember when it was called an eight-ball. And it sure as Hell would get you through an evening with loathsome dinner company.

THE GRAMMARPHILE said...

My eight-ball always just told me stuff like "NOT LIKELY" when I asked it if I was going to grow up and marry a famous rock star. Sigh.