The tyrrany of blank space

And the awful possibility that I can't spell 'tyrrany.' Or possibly 'tyranny.'

I can't. The red, squiggly line appears under two Rs and one N, but one R and two Ns looks wrong even though I know that 'tyrant' is spelled correctly. It's a dreadful social embarrassment in a text-based world. You want to communicate but you can't be sure that what you type is going to be acceptable to the grammar nazis. It's a bit like giving in to a deep need for flatulence-based humour on the first visit to the in-laws.

Anyway, the subject wouldn't have arisen had I not felt the compulsion to write something and then had the first thing I wrote given the red-pen treatment by the Electronic English Teacher of Death.

4/10 - See me later.
The Electronic English Teacher of Death.