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Let’s take a moment to deal with typos and other dreck while I watch the last remnants of my once impressive portfolio evaporate into so much mist on Alan Greenspan’s Coke-bottle glasses. I rarely misspell things outright, but when I do it’s usually something interesting (what’s that sorta from?). Instead, I use homonyms. These are small, gay creatures with furry feet, loosely related to Hobbits. They make wonderful cookies, are very friendly, and write brilliantly on deregulation and other libertarian issues. Know, know. What aye meant to c’est is that two off-10 aye spell words that sound write butt look wrong. It seems that some people actually kick their cats every time I mess up cite versus site. Obviously, a bunch of you need to pile into a van, pull up to the curb in front of my third-grade teacher’s retirement home and deliver some rough tutoring. While we are on the subject of spelling, several of you asked if I misspelled pompitous deliberately. I did not. This was one of those extremely rare occasions where the man who copy-edits my column (which is sort of like being Al Sharpton’s personal trainer), the inestimable Mike Potemra — author of Nota Bene — switched it from the correct to the incorrect. You should A) denounce him in every hamlet in the land and B) read his daily column. [We interrupt this column for a message from Mike Potemra, who wishes to refer all the critics to the 1996 movie entitled The Pompatus of Love, spelled precisely that way. In matters of pop culture, if one cannot trust Jon Cryer, well, I ask you….]