In Which I Reveal Mysel To Be An A-hole
I want to sue God to get back the hour of my life spent watching the national spelling bee. Just spell the word, kid! How frickin' many times do I have to hear "use it in a sentence," "are there any variant pronunciations," "what is the etymology?"
Let's just call this nerd-fest the "National Televsion Show of Words You Will Never Have A Use For In Your Whole Gotdam Life" and be done with it. Not that spelling is unimportant. I honor those who can spell properly in their writing life. But the the TV show? Feh. Go away.