Blogger spell-check

Can someone please tell me why Blogger has a new spell-checker that:

  • only supports US spellings, and not Canadian or UK spellings
  • doesn’t recognize “beep” or “snooze”
  • doesn’t recognize “inkblot”, but does recognize “Rorschach”
  • suggests “blocker” in place of Blogger
  • suggests “bloc” in place of “blog” (I’m sure the BQ will appreciate that)
  • suggests “lebensraum” in place of “livingroom”

I paid for Blogger Pro in part to get the spell-checker, but this thing is useless. And Blogs are written in many places other than the US.

Give us a useful spell-checker, Blogger.

Blogiversary contest… Yay

As of July 17, 2003, I will have been writing this blog for one year. Picking up in the footsteps of Adrian, Treefen, and River Selkie, the time has come to throw the First Annual Endofline.ca Blogiversary Contest.

It occurred to me as I was planning this that half the visitors to my site read the blog and the other half look at the robots. That is, half of the total number of visitors. I don’t know of any half-visitors, personally.

Therefore, I have created two categories: one for a written scene and one for a LEGO robot. Take your pick of either category. Or do both. Or neither. That’s an option too.

Of the prizes, I can say undoubtedly that they are in all respects, undeniably rectangular objects.

So. Who would like to vie for the not-really-all-that-fabulous rectangular objects? Let the fun begin….

CLICK HERE FOR YE OLDE CONTEST DETAILS.

May the best writer/roboticist win!

West

I’m gonna drive all night

Take some speed

I’m gonna wait for the sun

To shine down on me

I cut a hole in my roof

In the shape of a heart

And I’m goin’ out west

Where they’ll appreciate me

Goin’ out west

Goin’ out west

(from Goin Out West by Tom Waits)

Restaurant review

Situated at the corner of Robson Street and Bidwell Avenue, this Scottish restaurant emphasizes fast service over all else. The interior was spartan, favouring plastic surfaces and easy-to-mop floors, which seemed to glow under the blue accent of the fluorescent lighting.

The menu’s theme is processed animal product, from which the chefs coax a stunning variety of main dishes. The combinations, though limited, will appeal to the most fastidious processed-animal-product connoisseur: many dishes feature a sandwich with fried (then microwaved) ground and a garnish of potato sticks, deep-fried in beef tallow.

Even vegetarians and the health-conscious can enjoy the Scottish fare, as the animal content of the meal can be reduced to almost nil by ordering the dry, soy-patty sandwich and by avoiding the deep-fried potato sticks. The soft drinks may also contain beef tallow in trace amounts, but the head chef, Ronald, was not available to confirm my opinion.

The Scottish theme is enhanced by the clever menu, which names the dishes in the Gaelic language. Exotic names, such as McChicken, McMuffin, and Big Mac, can stir the heart of any red-haired, yellow-jumpsuit-wearing Scot.

Next week, I’ll continue my reviews by sampling the personal favourite delicacies of the reigning monarch of the Land of Dairy, who apparently owns a great many restaurants.