February 04, 2004

Can You Spell . . . ? 1.1

Teachers — Wouldn’t it be nice if . . . . . . once a week you could type ten or twenty spelling words into a SimpleText or WordPad document and your students could study those same words by solving a crossword puzzle?. . . . . And wouldn’t it be great if they also could play a wordsearch game with those same words? . . . . . . . Wouldn’t it be neat if you could print out those games on paper? . . . . . . And wouldn’t it be cool if your students could play a ‘hangman’ type game with those same words?

And wouldn’t it be totally awesome if teachers used proper punctuation instead of trying to liven up their sluggish streams of gabble with periodic eruptions of feral ellipses? Even the name of this app is a glaring example of the kind of hyper-punctuation that runs rampant wherever its predators are suppressed, leading to an epidemic of chronic wasting disease and liver fluke as nature seeks to maintain a delicate balance in the life-or-death struggle for survival.

The developer of Can You — no, no, we can’t say it. Ahem. Okay. This syntactically challenged developer is the artist formerly known as codeJesus Software, now reinvented as Quizville Software (“Quizville: The Capital of Learning”) and perhaps edging nervously away from the codeJesus fundie who created The Book of John. Or perhaps not. The alert reader (you know who you are) will notice a marked resemblance between the word puzzles of The Book of John and the word puzzles of Can You Sp — please don’t make us say it.

At first we briefly considered downloading the full 4.7 MB version of this alarmingly bloated app, but such a foolhardy move was ruled to be an unacceptable national security risk. Luckily for our readers, who desperately need to know which inept educational software is most likely to convince their innocent young whippersnappers to become devil worshipers, we located a slimmer demo version and, boy, are we sorry now.

Within seconds of opening this Pandora’s Box of word puzzle insanity, our tiny quivering paws were scrabbling frantically at our own bloody eyeballs in a mad bid to escape the horror. Our screen was brutally violated by wildly blinking words, the volume turned itself to the little-known “pierce eardrums with ice pick” setting, and the menu bar flashed uncontrollably in an exciting game of seizure-inducing peekaboo. We’d rather spend our $2 shareware fee on a nice tall glass of ferret drippings.

Quizville Software, we would castigate you soundly with a ceremonial whip woven from the armpit hair of unrepentant feminists, but our fervor is dampened by the perfection with which you have ridiculed yourself. Your motto — “It’s not about Teaching, Silly! It’s about Learning.” — says it all, more eloquently than we ever could. Take this giant inflatable 10.9 to cherish always, and think of the children.

Download Can You Spell . . . ?

Posted by naomi at February 4, 2004 10:37 PM | TrackBack
Comments

Whoa, first post without even trying. Ops.

Posted by: Mister Pootywinkle on February 4, 2004 08:58 PM

Can you spell...'oops'?

Posted by: on February 5, 2004 12:51 AM

I have a big wiener.

Posted by: longdongsilver on February 5, 2004 07:41 AM

... ... ... ... ... ...can you spew?

Posted by: A.Y.B.A.B.T.U. on February 5, 2004 08:30 AM

…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

Posted by: kjones on February 5, 2004 02:32 PM

Castigating with a ceremonial whip sounds pretty kinky. Particularly the armpit hair fetish. Count me in!

Posted by: Uncertain Future on February 5, 2004 02:37 PM

The day burned hot and bright. I walked slowly up the trampled path left by the bearers, carefully watching the tops of the veldt grass for tell-tale signs of movement. There was a sudden scream to the front of me. I had just sighted the barrel of the Weatherby magnum in that direction when a huge feral ellipse came charging into my view, carrying my boy Jujube in its jaws. "CodeJesus!", I murmured breathlessly to myself, barely dodging the beast's first rush. Instantly, a 55-gallon drum of ferret drippings fell from the sky, striking the animal directly on the top of its head. I was saved. Jujube was not. I would miss him.

Posted by: E. Hemingway on February 5, 2004 03:55 PM

Somebody can't spell diez.

Posted by: Naomi on February 5, 2004 07:44 PM

Has PvT ever reviewed MacDiary? Just tried it and it looks ripe for the fickle finger of fate.

Posted by: Pan Fried on February 6, 2004 10:59 AM

Muquiz 1.0.1 also looks like a PvT FFoF candidate.

Posted by: A.Y.B.A.B.T.U. on February 6, 2004 12:09 PM

Can You Spell...? spake form on high: I have spread out my hands all the day unto a rebelious UI. Stand by thyself, come not near to me, for I am crappier than thou.

Posted by: Nick on February 6, 2004 04:07 PM

Querida FCF,

Te echo. Te quiero. Te necesito. Si me quieres, vuelve aquí ahora mismo.

Te espero.

Granjero

Posted by: Granjero on February 7, 2004 12:20 PM

Wanted FCF,

I throw to You. I want to you. I need to you. If you want to me, returns here right now.

I hope to you.

Farmer

(google language translations are weak.)

Posted by: Nick on February 7, 2004 03:21 PM

Where does this irritating "Can you [whatever]..." phrase come from? It pisses me off. That doofus at MacOS Rumors uses it all the time, like "Can you say 'new G5s on Monday'?". Yes, and I can also say "irritating arsewipe with accuracy of tennis-ball firing machine on a trampoline".

Posted by: El Capitano Corelli on February 8, 2004 11:00 AM

El Capitano Correlli, you have clearly blistered your fingers on that goddamned mandolin and are feeling poorly, sorely and as cranky as a bag of cats.

If you have spleen to vent, I suggest Vent-o-Spleen (TM), as used by John McEnroe and other celebrity splenetics.

And you must never, ever, ever punch the budgie.

That is all.

Posted by: aussie boy on February 8, 2004 03:21 PM

I'm sorry.

Is punching the budgie like polishing....... yes, of course it is. Silly me.

Posted by: El Capitano Corelli on February 9, 2004 11:11 AM

Corelli, you maniacal fiend! I spoke literally! I meant, naturally, that you shouldn't raise your fists against a poor defenceless parrot, and you turn it into some sort of deviated sexual entendre!

Aunty Mabel hasn't been able to face her porridge for days! You should be ashamed!

Mind you, it's the first time Aunty M. has shut her yammering fishface for more than a decade, so maybe I have something for which to thank you after all ...

Care for a horn of Curie's Glow-in-the-Dark Rum Punch, old string-plucker?

Posted by: aussie boy on February 10, 2004 03:36 AM

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