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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.
I don’t think this is particularly useful as it does not let you to fully form an idea in your head. Granted, it forces you to spew out your mind but in that case I would prefer to have a voice recorder with good speech to text algorithm. 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. No…
I've found Otter.ai to be somewhat useful for this.
This reminds me of "suicide linux" (available as a deb and docker image). If you type a typo in a command, it gets converted to rm -rf /
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Lawyers. WP was really, really common amongst the legal profession for a while, and from what I've heard, being forced to migrate to Word is still much lamented. But it's quite a bit harder to pull a GRRM there.
Damn. I was almost going to guess that. One of my clients was still using WordPerfect for DOS in the late 90s. They didn't want to deal with the retraining cost for secretaries and paralegals. I always did like WordPerfect much more than Word. It was fundamentally a markup-style text editor. And you could switch to raw-text mode if necessary, and actually edit the markup. Word, on the other hand, is entirely opaque.
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Soon, I will master this.
Soon, I will be able to just let my ideas flow.
Soon there will be no need for huge edits while typing.
Soon there will be shape in the words as they come out.
Maybe I should just delete the words myself and start over.
Or may I should just let the words be even if I don't like them.
Soon, I will master this.
Soon, I will be able to not stop.
Soon, I will be able to say what's really on my mind.
I wonder why there is friction between the words.
I wonder why the ideas in my head does not get reflected into words as I see them inside me.
Is it really true that I have ideas in me, or is it just an illusion?
Why are so many of the things I think I'm thinking about don't really just come out once I start trying to record them?
Do my ideas really exist? Or am I just imagining having them?
Do ideas matter if they are not told? Even to oneself?
Soon, I will get the answer to these questions.
Soon, I will master this.
Soon, I will survive the grueling task of coming up with ideas.
I am a writer.
I am a writer because I write.
I could write without having to think first.
My ideas will just come right out of me into words.
My ideas are real.
Soon, I will master the art of coming up with ideas.
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I think it came out kind of alright.
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.
I still have a habit of pressing CTRL-S intermittently...
Also the habit of saving multiple copies, as a revision history. Because Word occasionally wrote garbage to files, while crashing.
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.
Once upon a time there was a banana. That banana was called bob. Bob the banana used to have fights with other fruit. His arch nemesis was Oscar the orange. Oscar was a very orange orange. He was so orange that everyone else was jealous. Bob the banana wasn't very yellow. He was kind of yellow with dark splotches on. That is why Bob used to fight the other fruit. He was jealous of Oscar's orangey orangeness. He was also jealous of Adam Apple's shiny red skin. Finally, he was jealous of the grape gangs lovely green skin.
One day Bob was busy fighting Oscar, Adam and the Grape Gang. All at once. That's right. He was a very good fighter as he practiced a lot by fighting the other fruit.
Percy pineapple saw the fight and came up to Bob and intervened. He said, 'Oi. Bob. What you doing?'
'I'm fighting!'
'Why?'
'I don't know.'
Bob was sad. Bob shrugged. He didn't know why he was fighting.
'You never fight me' said Percy pineapple.
'You're right, I don't.'
'You only ever fight the fruit with lovely skin. Did you notice that?'
'Oh. You're right. I do'
'Do you think maybe you wish you had perfect skin like them?'
'You're right. I wish I did have lovely perfect skin without any blemishes. Instead, I have this grotty yellow skin with dark patches all over it.'
'That's ok. I have spiky skin. Nobody can even touch me and I never get any cuddles.'
'Oh.'
'Mmmhmmm'
Bob felt bad.
'Maybe I could try and hug you'.
'I wouldn't advise it, I'm very spikey. I've got used to just having high fives and fist bumps instead'
'Oh. That sounds like a good idea'.
Bob and Percy have a nice high five session. Bob isn't very good at high fives so it took a lot of practice. After about four thousand attempts they get it right and do one of the awesome high fives from top gun. That's right, a top gun high and low high five. They both feel really cool.
Bob isn't feeling sad any more.
Bob then looks around and notices the other fruit that he was decking. The fruit is looking a bit bashed up. He apologises for what he has done and then asks 'Can anyone do anything to help me?'