Autocorrect is such a monster pain in my ass, and yet, it is useful enough that I can’t quite bring myself to get rid of it. For every “I love you, Grandma” that gets turned into “I love you, butt-grabbing nipple monster,” there is a word like “chrysanthemum” that I don’t have to fully spell out (I write a lot of flower-based haikus …). Apparently I’m not the only one who experiences this love/hate relationship with my smartphone, because someone originally took the time to dedicate a Tumblr to this subject, and now there’s a song.
Those wild and wacky dreamers over at Above Average Productions have just come out with “Baby, I Lobe You,” the musical ode to two men falling in love with the same curl … I mean “girl.” Damn, I felt just like Bob Saget on “America’s Funniest Home Videos” when I typed that joke. Is this how far I’ve fallen?