Hey, I'm back! (Briefly. With 1 observation)
One of the fun things about Dvorak is that you can make typos that look real, but aren't. In this last sentence, I got rean, thot, and oen. And my conlanging senses, long dormant, are tingling. (Tinglingt, even.)
So, while I was writing something about a rather raw but highly amusing guy, I wanted to type (tyle) the word "all." In interests of taste (tatse), I wound (worg) up with another (antor, anthore) 3-letter word that began with A.
PSYCHO-ANALYSIS STRIKES AGAIN.
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Dude. You alive? My RSS feed is getting dusty.
Sorry, Dwight.
Don't worry, I'll be giving this blog some TLC during the month of December.
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