Well, it's just about that time again. Time to look back over 2014 and see what our loyal readers and fans chose as the top typos of the year!

Now you may recall that last year's list was only the top 10 typos, but because there were so many glorious stinkers this year, we just had to expand the list to include them all. Enjoy!

20. Butt Out

At least someone tried to fix it.

19. Keep It Safe

Do what to your heart?

18. A Casual Observer

You're welcome?

17. Crap Ahoy!

I don't know sail sizes. Is that a big one?

16. A Tasty Snack

No, thanks, I had a big breakfast.

15. Beef Chicken

From now on, I want all my chicken to be made of beef.

14. My First and Last

Your so right.

13. What Finger?

Um ... I'll stick with Bubble Gum, please.

12. 'Murica!

If only the Declaration of Independence could be written today.

11. Ships in the Night

Now that's a promotion!

10. Special Bedding

I always thought my bed was a queer size.

9. Grab Me

Um ... Sprite, then. Sprite.

8. Wet Paint's New Meaning

Hey, no problem. Thanks for the heads up.

7. A Fond Farewell

Best of what now?

6. And the Sword

Depends on the finger, really.

5. Deep Thoughts

Doesn't mean you can spell either.

4. A New Career

Know anybody?

3. Good Job

Aw, you guys shouldn't have. Really.

2. Who's Hungry?

Soylent Green is tacos!

1. This Guy

Where have you been all my life?

Happy New Year, everyone!

Sometimes the jokes are just too easy. Thanks to a wonderful CNN typo in which they informed us that ISIS was "advancing on two fonts," the zingers came fast and furious:

  • "There will be Helvetica to pay."
  • "ISIS has declared war on Comic Sans and Calibri."
  • "I guess you could say it's ARIAL big deal."
  • "BOLD move, ISIS."
  • "Everybody should know there's a new Serif in town."

The offending image is below.

Anyone who was of video-game-playing age in the '90s knew about the glory of Mortal Kombat. It was a hellaciously brutal, bloody, gory fighting game that sucked in quarters faster than a black hole and spawned sequels like nothing since Friday the 13th.

Because of the game's ubiquity, something funny happened to those hardcore souls who played and obsessed over it. The word "kombat" started to look correct. "Combat" started to seem like the misspelling. "Mortal combat" suddenly looked wrong. Admittedly, "kombat" was the cooler, more bad-ass spelling, so it's easy to see why people cottoned to it.

What people won't cotton to -- or at least hopefully they won't -- is the misspelling in the title of the new Terminator film. Long rumored to be called "Terminator: Genesis" (which, as a reboot title, is not half bad), a photo posted this week by Ah-nold himself seems to confirm the title as "Terminator Genisys." 

"Genisys"? Really? While it no doubt ties into the movie's plot somehow, it's such a tortured spelling of "genesis" that it's just painful to the eyes. I wouldn't even have minded "genesys." Okay, no, now that I see it written out, I'd have hated that too.

Well, Terminator people, best of luck with your typo title. May we suggest for the sequel "Terminator Revylasions"?

By Steve Boudreault

So a quiet week for typos this week. No screwed up diplomas, mangled yearbook pages, or embarrassing marriage proposals have made the news feeds. Guess it's time to dig into the archive for a classic, isn't it?

Many of us had the distinct pleasure of seeing some iteration of Sesame Street live in our youth, whether it was a stage production, a school visit, or an ice skating extravaganza. To hype up these visits, the producers would use these things called newspaper ads. (Ask your grandparents.) This particular production was headed into Shreveport's Hirsch Coliseum and ran this advertisement. It's either a really egregious typo, or someone had a serious grudge against The Count.  

One! One horrifying typo! Ha ha ha!

By Steve Boudreault

2014 World Cup Logo
So it's in the history books that the U.S. team lost to Belgium in the 2014 World Cup. It stinks, but for a short while there the country was caught up in the fever of it all and folks were good-naturedly having a go at Belgium and the Belgians, despite not having given either a second thought in ... well, ever, really.

What Americans do think about on a more regular basis, though, is the venerable Waffle House chain. Why? Well ... it's waffles. And we're Americans. What more is there to say?

So the Waffle House decided to get in on the U.S./Belgium rivalry by boycotting Belgian waffles the day of the big game. To let the world know, they sent out this tweet:

Yep. Belgium waffles.

Of course, the Internet being the Internet, folks were quick to point out the typo. In response, Meghan Irwin, Waffle House's communication specialist and social media manager, had this to say:

"I think it takes away from our brand's personality if we try to put too much strategy or too much thought into something."

There you have it, folks. The takeaway from the Waffle House Book of Wisdom: Don't think too much.

By Steve Boudreault

And now it would seem we need to take another institution of higher education to task. Last month we called out the University of Michigan for their All-Amercian typo. A couple of weeks ago we gritted our teeth and bore the pain of a yearbook page written by the devil himself. And now it's Northwestern's turn for a trip to the woodshed.

As an aside, we don't enjoy taking the mickey out of schools, but they're schools for cryin' out loud! We've got to hold them to a higher standard.

So. Northwestern.

They've got a journalism school called the Medill School of Journalism, Media, and Integrated Marketing Communications. Last weekend, the students who graduated from it were presented with diplomas from the Medill School of Journalism, Media, and Itegrated Marketing Communications. See for yourself.

The most delicious part of all this is that there's evidently a rather notorious "Medill F," which is the grade given to any Medill student whose work has even the most minor of errors.

Maybe going forward it will be referred to as the "Medill N."

By Steve Boudreault
Jenny and Donnie
So Donnie Wahlberg proposed to Jenny McCarthy. That's sweet.

And since it was a written proposal rather than a verbal one, surely he spent some time and exerted some effort to make sure there were no typos or grammatical errors, anything that would result in a Solidus blog written about it. Surely he did that. Surely.

Well, here's the Solidus blog about it, so no, clearly he did not. Sigh.

It all started off well enough. According to the story, Donnie and Jenny were sitting on the couch when Jenny said, "Tell me how much you love me." Donnie left the room and returned with a piece of paper that read "WILL." So far, so good.

He then left the room again and returned with a second piece of paper that read "MARY" and a t-shirt that read "ME." Jenny burst into tears and said yes, probably not even aware of what it was she'd just agreed to.

"WILL MARY ME" is not a proposal. It's not even a complete sentence. If anything, it sounds like a short list of people. Maybe the main cast of a movie Donnie's working on? Or the crew scheduled that night at Walburger's? Either way, it was pretty presumptuous of Jenny to assume these random words were any sort of proposal of marriage. But if they were, well, there's just one thing left to say.

Jenny -- you can do better.

By Steve Boudreault

In Alice Cooper's classic song "School's Out," he first observes that "school's out for summer," before amending that to "school's out forever."

After getting a look at this yearbook page, it might be a good idea to keep this school out forever. Or perhaps never let them out. Whatever works.

One has to imagine that this page was a last-minute addition and therefore didn't have the benefit of a copy edit, but I think the larger question is how was this draft so bad in the first place? This is a school, for crying out loud! And a yearbook preserving it for posterity! Oh, the humanity. Go on, see for yourself.

A Kickstarter campaign is now under way to buy up every copy of this yearbook and burn them with unfettered joy.

By Steve Boudreault

U of M Seal
I tend to live in a fantasy world where college football is looked upon as an amusing little side endeavor for the athletically gifted, while the real money and the packed stadiums are all about witnessing impressive academic feats. Imagine an English major on the field in front of thousands of screaming fans, cheering her on as she scrambles to finish a poem before the end of the fourth quarter. Or a young physicist being showered in Gatorade and hoisted up on celebratory shoulders for finally proving string theory. I love my fantasy world.

But in this world, the money that flows into colleges and universities is, of course, showered on football players and football recruits. Take the University of Michigan, for example. Apparently, some of their booster money is used to print up notes to recruits that mimic the cover of ESPN magazine. But here's where the money isn't being spent: proofreading. Check out this note that Michigan football recruit Mike Weber received.

Yup, he's an All-Amercian all right. And this is from a university. All I can say is it's a good thing football players can't read.

By Steve Boudreault

Pope Francis
In what can only be held up as the epitome of a slow news day, it seems the Twitterverse is all abuzz about Pope Francis' supposedly x-rated typo in a tweet he sent out yesterday. First of all, like the Pope really has nothing better to do than tweet, especially knowing what kinds of people are on Twitter. Second, like the Pope has ever used a computer or iPhone in his life. And third, the Pope is infallible, in case everyone has forgotten, so if there's one man on the planet who's not going to end up with a typo, it's him.

Anyway, the image is below, but if you're having trouble seeing the x-ratedness of a simple added letter, you're not alone.

I didn't even bother with the Urban Dictionary -- because let's face it, every word in the English language has a sick definition there -- but I did run "spray" through the old Merriam-Webster, and the crudest definition they've got involves cats and urine. Maybe the pontiff was speaking to the kitties of the world? But how could their spraying help dead miners and shipwreck victims?

Meh. File this one under "a whole lotta nothin'."

By Steve Boudreault