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I won't leave any typos behind when I die

Sometimes it happens that I run an old script and find an error, change the deployment tool and then it's done.

“I will add you to the Corr channel “On Slack,” wrote Hanna, deputy editor at Aftonbladet and editor of this column, among other things.

This means I'm allowed access to the newspaper's chat group, where you can report typos and other errors you find in texts on aftonbladet.se.

The Internet is fast, and old-fashioned typos occur more often when things go directly to www than before, when professional proofreaders scanned the entire newspaper for errors before it was printed.
All journalists hate mistakes, but for me it's not just a headache, it's a kind of obsession in my civilian life as well. I don't dare enter Core Channel for the sake of my mental health.

Someone signed Twitter A few years ago, when the platform was still a hotbed of highly regarded lust, there was something like, “Oh no, I misspelled my last tweet. Now I have to kill all the people who read it.” I have never recognized myself more in a violent fantasy. Typos, misprints, and, to a lesser extent, factual errors, are like an eternal physical stain, a kind of eczema that you can never get rid of.

At a time when the paper newspaper was still Aftonbladet's main business, it sometimes happened that I would wake up at night in a cold sweat because of a text error that would haunt me throughout the next day. For some reason, she misspelled the first name of then-Villarreal player Diego Godin and called him Oscar in a text message. At the time, there were an estimated five to seven Swedish readers who were aware of it and had also seen my scam, but I was still obsessed with the mistake. So much so that the next time Barcelona faced Villarreal, I repeated the mistake and called the colleague Oscar in my article, perhaps because I over-thought the situation, so to speak.

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Small typo For the sake of humanity, but it's a mistake that remains in my skull fifteen years later.
I remember almost all of my mistakes and how they affected me, but it has definitely become easier since you can start changing yourself online. Much easier and more limitless.

When Sportbladet launched a thread about debugging bugs this year, I immediately started getting caught up in our extensive published material and reported one thing and another in the chat. It is not rare for grammatical innovations to come from the younger generation. It ended with a manager telling me to take it easy, and one of my junior colleagues got upset (sorry!).

Since then I've tried to restrain myself and mostly proofread my articles. Unfortunately, I've written very few in my nearly twenty years at Aftonbladet. Sometimes it happens that I run an old script and find an error, change the deployment tool and then it's done. The queue for old texts never ends.

I realize that there is precisely no public interest in moving a comma or removing an addendum that was mistakenly left out in the match report from the Parc des Princes in October 2018, but rationality is not what guides my rant. It's the idea that I won't leave any typos behind when I die.

All this was It's still reasonably manageable until Signal and Whatsapp mobile chats recently launched the ability to edit already sent messages. Do you know how many mistakes are made when chatting? Millions of Mistakes There is absolutely nothing preventing you from correcting a mistake you made thirty seconds ago, then a mistake you made yesterday, and then going back in time to correct it.

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Do you know how much you can correct it?
I don't know, but I need an answer soon.
Sincerely, April 2022.