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I'm flattered, but I think it's a typo... - Printable Version +- Drunkard's Walk Forums (http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums) +-- Forum: General (http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/forumdisplay.php?fid=1) +--- Forum: Website (http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/forumdisplay.php?fid=4) +--- Thread: I'm flattered, but I think it's a typo... (/showthread.php?tid=900) |
I'm flattered, but I think it's a typo... - robkelk - 09-21-2007 Spotted in the Drunkard's Walk FAQ, under Miscellaneous: Quote:I thought you weren't writing it... (Spotting this reminded me somehow that I hadn't e-mailed you a Concordance page for the story yet... so I did.) Edit: Helps if I get the link right in a bug report. -Rob Kelk "Read Or Die: not so much a title as a way of life." - Justin Palmer, 6 June 2007 -- Rob Kelk "Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of the same sovereign, servants of the same law." - Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012 Re: I'm flattered, but I think it's a typo... - Bob Schroeck - 09-21-2007 Well, yeah, that's a big honkin' typo. One of my typical "fingers type slower than brain composes and miss words/parts of words" errors. I'll fix it sometime today if time allows.-- Bob --------- One of the primary differences between the Left and the Right is their attitude toward the Future. The Radical wants the Future to have gotten here yesterday. The Reactionary wants the Future quietly shot and the corpse buried where no one can find it. -- Bob --------- Then the horns kicked in... ...and my shoes began to squeak. Re: I'm flattered, but I think it's a typo... - Bob Schroeck - 09-21-2007 Fixed now.-- Bob --------- One of the primary differences between the Left and the Right is their attitude toward the Future. The Radical wants the Future to have gotten here yesterday. The Reactionary wants the Future quietly shot and the corpse buried where no one can find it. -- Bob --------- Then the horns kicked in... ...and my shoes began to squeak. |