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I'm curious if anyone has a story about a particular writing application (could even be from the typewriter era and have a custom terrible keyboard!) that caused physical injury?
This reminds me of early versions of Microsoft Word. Edit: And more generally, DOS, FAT and CHKDSK. You never knew, when there was a power interruption -- or when the system just crashed for whatever mysterious reason -- just how bad it would be. NTFS was such an improvement.
https://www.joelonsoftware.com/2008/02/19/why-are-the-micros...
What's the business model? Paid extension to make no-typing interval longer?
Also I would like to have a mode when an amount of text, rather than the length of session would be considered because for things like this HN comment even 3 minutes is too long.
Now I have to pas this with other things. On mobile it does not auto scroll down and if I do it manually I can’t see the progress bar anymore. And now I don’t have anything lef to say so I just write this enormous sentence while I wait until the counter dies. As I have scrolled down I really don’t know when this will end but am now too invested in the first part of this comment... should I just try to quick copy paste the whole thing before it’s lost?
This reminds me of early versions of Microsoft Word. Edit: And more generally, DOS, FAT and CHKDSK. You never knew, when there was a power interruption -- or when the system just crashed for whatever mysterious reason -- just how bad it would be. NTFS was such an improvement.
It just misses the feature where some of the deleted words can still be found in the saved file. https://www.joelonsoftware.com/2008/02/19/why-are-the-micros...
okay what the hell is this application? Like... what's the point? I don't get it. The front page doesn't explain! And now I'm doing it. I'm doing whatever it wants me to do. See: I'm typing like a good little monkey at a typewriter, generating a stream of conciousness. So why am I participating in this. I don't know. Perhaps curiosity. Perhaps sheer stubborness. Possibly self-loathing. Maybe it's the scientific mind, wanting to learn about human capability. Maybe it's introspection: I just want to know what I'm capable of, whether I'm up to the challenge or not. But lets be honest: I'm a lazy bum, and now I'm just doing this because I'm too invested, not because I can actually be bothered. Hmm... I wonder if the 5 minutes is up yet, it certainly feels like it's approaching. Maybe another minute? I want to look at the clock, but I can't do that and type at the same time. I need a break, my arms are starting to hurt, which is just embarrassing for someone who normally types several hours a day. Now I'm thinking how many typos have I made so far? Two? Three? More? I'm doubting my own English education, which is ironic because I hated English in high school. I hated it with a passion. I jumped with joy when I finished my last English exam, and I vindictively told my English teacher this fact: I will never need to use these skills ever again! Never! I'm going into Science. Cold, hard science, the world of numbers and equations and facts. No wishy-washy feelings or emotions, opinions and perspectives. Just graphs and numbers. How wrong I was! My current net worth owes a lot to my English skills, which is now probably a hundred times more important than anything I ever learned in Science...