So you think you've spotted an error?

Yep, I'm pretty sure I've caught you.

Well, chances are, you have. After all, I'm only human, born to make mistakes. I strive for 100% accuracy in spelling, grammar, and link reliability. Having said that, you've probably found three errors on this page alone! Drop me a note, telling me what the problem is. I'll post the problems and solutions here.

How about a few examples?

Take this entry, from A&M Records executive Scott Carter:

Hey chummy! You misspelled "embarrassment" on the contest page (you left off either the first or second "s" -- I couldn't tell). Where's my prize, chummy?!?!?!?!?

"Chummy." How cute. The offending mistake has been corrected. But no prize for you - you failed to notice a second mistake in the same sentence! (Yes, I have changed "pehaps" to "perhaps," for those of you keeping score at home.)

Scott didn't quite agree with this logic. He wrote back:

Yeah, I read your damn response to my error-finding, and all you've really proven to me is that you are what's known as a "mama's boy." I only point out one error so you don't look like a complete boob to all your home page readers, and you turn my graciousness around on me in a back-handed attempt to both save face and suck up to mommy? Well, you, my "friend," are not longer! I wash my hands and my feet of you!

Love, Scott

Wow, Thanks, Scott. See you at Taco Bell soon.

No, to win a prize, you've got to be more clever. You've got to earn it with an especially cool e-mail. Witness an earlier entry in this contest:

Kathy Campbell, of Eugene, OR, writes:

Ya don't know how to use ellipses!!! I love you anyway. What's the prize?? I tell you how to fix the ellipses if you the prize is good enough.

Exactly what Ms. Campbell is getting at here is unclear -- her own message contains some words that really don't seem to fit in. Perhaps more careful editing of her own message would prevent the embarrassment of having her errors posted for millions and millions of Internet users to access.

Ms. Campbell tried again, with this slightly more encouraging missive:

Ya split an infinitive, ya rascal. Was ya raised by a teevee talking head or what????

No, Mom, I was raised by YOU! And I love you as only a son can love his mother. That's your prize.

Of course, undying maternal love will NOT be the prize awarded to other, more successful entries. Got your beef? Then mail it to:

I Think Something is Wrong with The Punch Drunk Monkey-Thon

Good luck!

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Last Updated March 9, 1997
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Colin Campbell - jenolen@earthlink.net