My new copy of Jurassic Park has so many typos in it that I’m starting to wonder if the editors just texted the damn thing to the publisher and let AutoCorrect handle all the spelling and grammar.
Then again, maybe I’m just being too much of a pedant. I’m sure in non-grammar-Nazi circles they’re all perfectly cromulent substitutions.
After all, who could ever forget Auguste Rodin’s famed masterpiece, The Flunker?
Or René Descartes’ immortal philosophical proposition, “I flunk, therefore I am”?
And who hasn’t been told, at some point or other in their life, to try flunking outside the box?
Clearly I’m just over-rotating.