weirdness...
...this is the new word I taught my voice recognition program, who, incidentally, is typing this blog entry for me. It still learning. Makes a few mistakes here and there.
I'm not sure yet whether I feel like a complete dork, or whether I feel really cool dictating to my computer. But the highlight of this program is that I taught it to type this word: astig.
Hopefully after one month of training it, I can get the program to work flawlessly.
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My workweek is weird. Instead of getting up at three in the morning, I get up at eight. I still work 3 hours a day, but can no longer take advantage of the quiet and cold of 3 a.m.
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Still unfinished with reading the Roger Zelazny (had to type this myself) book. Only one more short story left: A Rose for Ecclesiastes (also had to type this myself). What do I read after? I am torn between lesbian pulp fiction and F. C. O'Neill José (actually, it was F. Sionil Jose, just wanted to see for myself how the computer would process that).
Odd choices.
I'm not sure yet whether I feel like a complete dork, or whether I feel really cool dictating to my computer. But the highlight of this program is that I taught it to type this word: astig.
Hopefully after one month of training it, I can get the program to work flawlessly.
--
My workweek is weird. Instead of getting up at three in the morning, I get up at eight. I still work 3 hours a day, but can no longer take advantage of the quiet and cold of 3 a.m.
--
Still unfinished with reading the Roger Zelazny (had to type this myself) book. Only one more short story left: A Rose for Ecclesiastes (also had to type this myself). What do I read after? I am torn between lesbian pulp fiction and F. C. O'Neill José (actually, it was F. Sionil Jose, just wanted to see for myself how the computer would process that).
Odd choices.