Warhead On Legs

( Русский язык )

all right. Let's see if this works.

Okay! This works. Wait, no, nevermind. Poopy. Well, it was a good idea (the good idea being that maybe I could dictate in English and type in Russian, which apparently doesn't actually work).

But, on the other hand, now I know that I can listen to music or a DVD and, probably, as long as I don't put it on too loud, it won't interfere with my dictating. And I like this.

I am incredibly hyper right now. I have absolutely no idea why I'm hyper, but I am. The really funny thing is I woke up this morning and couldn't actually get awake for the life of me. I have no idea what's going on. And it's raining. I dislike this. I wanted to go out and get the sunglasses and the necklace for the last pieces of my Pamela costume, but I really don't want to get rained on.

I think I have this whole schedule/skipping all kinds of things/getting used to getting up at five in the morning thing figured out. Which basically boils down to, I need to get to bed earlier. I know, I know, you'd think that would be incredibly obvious. You would think! But apparently I wouldn't. Or rather, apparently actually putting that into practice is harder than it looks like. Especially working around all of my "I have to do all things!" complexes. Seriously, apparently if I can't do everything as quickly as they want, as much as I want, in the time frame that I want, my brain sort of shuts down and I get nothing done anyway. You'd think I would learn. But no.

Okay, time to stop dicking around with Dragon and actually get ready to go to work. I'm really also way too amused by the fact that Dragon recognizes military alphabet. It's getting to the point where I can spell things with very little hesitation in military alphabet. Mostly swear words. Dragon doesn't come with swear words preloaded, you have to teach it to be vulgar. I may try and teach it to talk like Spider Jerusalem.

Yeah. Be afraid. Be very afraid.

Swear to God, I'm going to make a FAQ of me, or something. Either that or I'm just going to stop talking on the nanowrimo community. Because everything I say is going to come out as either, "oh, 1667 words, that's not that much" or "so, yeah, I'm doing six novels this year... "and you can imagine how well that goes over. I'm honestly surprised no one has called shenanigans yet. It would probably include some basic questions that I wind up going over every single time; how do I do it, why do I do it, that kind of thing. Maybe just a couple of paragraphs on how I try to write a few thousand words every day for the bulk of the year, and once you start doing that the rest is easier. Something. I don't know.

So, I was watching The Princess Bride the other day, and I had a mini-revelation about my childhood. David Bowie in Labyrinth was the dark, intriguing movie-boyfriend who is so very bad for you and yet you still can't resist. Wesley is the sweet movie-boyfriend you bring home to your mother. Jack is the slightly spacey, possibly on drugs, yet absolutely adorable movie-boyfriend you probably shouldn't have gotten involved with but you did anyway, one summer. Amalthea is the movie-girlfriend you experimented with. I could go on, but you probably get the picture. My movie-dating history echoes my actual dating history. You know how frightening that is?

I'm tired. I don't wanna write, I want to sleep. On the plus side, I have mastered the art of clicking the microphone off before I cough or sneeze or sniffle so that it doesn't interpret my having convulsions as my saying "is" repeatedly. That just looks really weird and screws up my word count. Apparently, though, burps still don't register. Good to know.

I'm actually getting used to this thing.

Anyway.

I woke up this morning to a notification in my inbox about my Amazon order having shipped. (Hey! Dragon knows what Amazon is.) At first I was all bouncy about it being my headset, and then I actually took a look at it. No, actually, books. Specifically, the Dexter book, the fairy porn, and the Swordspoint sequel. Well, my headset's holding out for at least a little while longer. So it's not the end of the world.

Actually, now that I think about it, I have a lot of stuff coming this week. I have that makeup coming that I totally blame Bria for, a pair of cute little earrings, books, and, um. Something. Maybe my arm warmers? Oh yeah, well, those, and that belly dancing jewelry I ordered off eBay. Which is actually for a fairy costume. And why Dragon didn't immediately think "fairy costume" I'll never know. Bad Dragon.

Off to work today. I'm still hoping that my wrist is just a result of maybe sleeping on it funny, or something. I'm also kind of hoping that two weeks or so with Dragon (except when I'm at work, obviously) will make it stop hurting. The whole two fingers hurting as well thing probably makes it more likely that it's a result of typing too much than sleeping on it funny. On the other hand, the fact that I actually have to sit up when I dictate otherwise my words come out weird means I might actually develop good posture.

And, while I'm listing off weird side effects, it's actually helping me write more. It might even be, dare I say it, faster than typing. Also, did I mention, learning program? While it may still garble some things I say, the actual things I said are popping up in the quick corrections menu more and more often.

Yeah, I got nothing else.

You know, it helps to turn the microphone on.

So, as you might have guessed, it's that time of year again. Yup, that time of year when I inflict upon myself all kinds of ridiculous deadlines, manic obsessions, and otherwise very unwise things. Also that time of year when I attempt to give myself carpal tunnel syndrome in two months, hence the writing this by dictation. Just a note: dictation gives you funny typos.

I need a new headset.

I've also just realized, or maybe realized isn't the correct word, that I don't do means. I mean means. And, really, the only reason I'm not erasing all of that is so that you can see that Dragon doesn't understand what a meme is. Like I said, funny typos. I'm also noticing that it puts two spaces after every sentence. See, two spaces. And now I remember that it doesn't notice inflection, so that if I end a sentence with an upward tone it doesn't realize that I'm asking a question. Silly Dragon.

Probably the reason my wrist actually hurts, apart from the whole "oh dear god I must write a bajillion words right now" thing, is that I've also been doing e-mails at work more often than usual. (Sidenote: Dragon doesn't seem to know what a bajillion is.) Or at least, more often than I'd gotten used to. For a while there I was doing them every day, and then I was doing them two or three days a week, and now I think I'm back to doing them everyday. It's not my fault I type faster than God. Oh! Hey. Dragon just learned what a bajillion is. It's such an adorable little learning program. And it's teaching me how to enunciate.

So, yeah. Ooh, hey, I should have an icon for Dragon. Since I'm probably going to be (and I just now noticed that since I corrected it the first two times, it's been capitalizing Dragon) using Dragon a lot, and talking about the weirdness that can result from using an dictate program. The only question is, what kind of nifty icon should I come up with? This will require some thought.

Woo! Well, two things. Three things. First, figure out how the hell to edit with Dragon in LiveJournal itself without actually hitting post on everything. I have no idea why it posted that and I have no idea why it screws up more in LiveJournal (hey, it learned a new word again) than it does in Word. Second, I think I'm figuring out how to interact the dictate program with the menus. Third, I really love learning programs.

Anyway, I'm going to post this puppy before Dragon gets any more ideas about what I'm saying. Some of these typos, man, you would not believe.