Technology such as text messaging and spell checkers are forming our language. Usually I use this as a bad example but this poem comes via techno-culture shows that spell checkers are our friends:
In Praise of Computer Spell Checkers…
Eye halve a spelling chequer
It came with my pea sea
It plainly Marques four my revue
Miss steaks eye kin knot seaEye strike a key and type a word
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong oar write
It shows me strait a weighAs soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two long
And eye can put the error rite
Its rare lea ever wrongEye have run their poem threw it
I am shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect awl the weigh
My chequer tolled me sew