The typographical error, or typo (tipoh if you are me), is a willing accomplice in my continued destruction of general conversation. To be fair, my typos have the potential to increase the number of valid words in the universe, if only we would get over those pesky spelling rules. And try as I might to deflect blame, shadowy keyboard scientists have determined that the problem is not with their invention.
Typos have been around so long that they have their own mythos and taxonomy. One might say they have been typecast. Sorry.
Consider TypoSquatting. Years ago some clever individuals realized that web site searches might be slightly misspelled, like Gooogle instead of Google, so they would grab the domain gooogle.com and effectively hijack the space to nab unsuspecting typophiles. Once harvested these netizens may be subject to some bad squatter mojo, which is coincidentally a great name for a rock band.
Then there are intentional typos; misspellings that have become so common they are used in a sardonic or sarcastic manner. The word ‘teh’ instead of ‘the’ for example.
The fat finger typo has been around since fingers first encountered keys. Spell checkers have inserted their own way-too-smart heuristics into the fray, sometimes correcting actual intent into something entirely new and unwanted. Cellphones are wicked smaht, with advanced predictive algorithms designed to help tiny keys fend off a phalanx of lumbering warrior thumbs.
The Atomic Typo. The sneakiest of the bunch, the atomic typo exposes letters rearranged so that both words are correctly spelled but have no visible connection. The seminal example is the use of unclear instead of nuclear, hence ATOMIC. Is that clever or what? No, not clever.
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