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Monday, October 10, 2005

i win! i win!

nothing makes me happier than finding a typo in the new yorker, mainly because there are typically no such things; it's like finding a four-leaf clover in a hundred-acre meadow, or a bit of karl rove's soul that isn't putrid and black. today my wish-granting unicorn has taken the form of a failure to insert a space between the end of one sentence and the beginning of the next. hooray! i mark this day with a white stone.

august 22 edition (yes, i'm ashamed of how far behind i've fallen), page 70, paragraph 2, line 6:

    . . . gets them wrong."The bullshitter's. . .


BAM! bitch went down.

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posted by juniper pearl @ 6:05 PM  

3 Comments:

  • At 8:20 PM, Blogger Me said…

    shame on them... good work JP!

     

  • At 1:45 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Dizzamn! Good eye. I guess The New Yorker's proofreader finally got exhausted from inserting all those ridiculous diereses above the second "o" in coordinate.

     

  • At 8:34 AM, Blogger juniper pearl said…

    so they haven't updated their style sheets in a while--what's wrong with a little tradition? i mean, it'd be a shame if that tradition had driven some poor blue-penciling innocent blind… but they could always hire me in his or her place. (darling fascist bullyboy--give me a job, you bastard.)

    thanks, though, kids, for patting my schadenfreude-laden head.

     

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