Dear Internet,
this is the first instalment of an experiment called Henry – Fenrir, rather – dictates his day. So far, one error, 53 to go.
First off, I have to figure out how to make it sure that all the numbers come out as words. However, the main point of this – aside from recalling my day-to-day eventsWhich I regularly do with quite difficult efforts – is he held fully immerse come of error is.
Such is above.
Such as above.
You have right now… you see the point now. Unfortunately, if this is how it will work, Max speech dictation is will accumulate more and more of my syntax and, hats airing colour, have minimal errors.
So, today studied at 3:30 AM. Upon wakening on the couch to multiple phone lines, ice news Intel I had just enough time to get dressed and had to work. Like a was. Were, overall, with a little to no interest, aside from the interesting noise that part, the smallest mixer, was making… and thus another game mixing beef remains in the middle sized mixer. Luckily, I had a fleeting of peons to do my bidding –not that I didn’t work hard, I just went easy on my tendinitis – for the frustrating bits period…
After a number without using the shiny new device, which I will soon tell you about, the word period does nothing but produced the word period; meanwhile, saying full stop makes an actual period. UNLIKE EVERYTHING ELSE.
From work it was off to all the work, where I filled my car out of full gasoline and socialise with a boss with my old co-workers… after watching the be-a singer from my car… from last week. And then being is that bank scratched the scratch scratch that bank and off to the most tiring adventure a boring adventure time that was getting my taxes than.
In case you are unaware, the man “scratch that” delete the last set of words that they said in a row.
Guard, today was one… boring. In a very why am I not asleep way.
On top of that, I have acquired a scorers small microphone devices in my attempts to echo the dictation software or, really, hardware; what was the yelling at my computer I’d been very conducive, that’s even the right word. And that is, once driving out to North Delta for my weekly rating session with the nanowrimo people’s, I journeyed far and wide – or about 100 yards – a local radio bloody in order to acquire my brand-new happy toy (drum roll please) the ets audio adapter.
Complete with LED light and overall some superpowers.
Are we at 53 yeah? I stopped counting at 10.
This includes a day, as I am quite exhausted, drinking cold tea, and about really sucked… to pass out. Now for the drive home.
… by the way, greetings humbler. More hot hot hot.
Mwahahaha.
