I am in a mood to have fun, so I want to anounce that from now on, I intend to use my own version of fonetik speling, and demonstrate what I meen.
That mite be fun.
Also, I want to explain my theory regarding UFOs.
That mite also be fun.
First, to explain my version of fonetik speling:
I only want to change the standard speling when doing so wood keep the reader clearly informed as to the standard word I am refering to, and when my alternate speling would leave out a letter or make the word easier to pronounce for someone who is not familiar with that word.
If I get tired of it, I may kwit doing it.
I started doing it when I made my grosery list:
And so many are texting nowadays, and using tite abreviashuns.
Plus, what really inspires me is that if I aksept a few kwerks such as 'wh' and 'y', most of our langwage is already idealy speled.
By the way, if you feel I am wasting time with this, keep in mind I got a very bad reakshun to my last diary, which was my hart and sole, everything I bleeve in.
One comenter caled it shit.
Shit. Now there is a fonetikly speled werd.
To those of you who like me, I hope you show me some patience.
To those who do not, I am not saying goodby. Insted, I want to stay and have fun.
Now, for the UFOs.
I feel the UFOs are bilt and flown by insects.
Our airkraft are bilt and flown by apes. We are apes.
Their airkraft are bilt and flown by insects. They are insects.
They are from planet Earth. Insects are from planet Earth.
By the way, I canot resist the urge to suggest that maybe they are wating until most of us die off. Then, maybe they wil have more open komunikashun with us.
But probably not. They are interested in us to some extent, but I feel they will nevr do the "Take me to your leeder" kind of thing.
Thank you for reeding.
Clik on my username, and see what my last diary was about. And check out my TGR diaries.
I must add a limrik:
There was a nise blogr cald jac
who wanted to get them all bac.
He gave em sum werds
like they nevr herds
to scrambel their branes all to blak.
Turkana is riting in code.
He feels he has hit on the lode
of humor or jest,
who would have guest
he would find such a place to unload.