We're a bunch of NVDA fanboys. What should we call ourselves?
Hey, I know.... How about NVDA Invokers.
No, that sounds kind of pretentious. Maybe we can shorten it to NVD Oakers.
Nah, that's too much like mediocre.
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@MoonCat keeps a basket with candles and wax melts in the corner of our staircase. I don't usually think about it but this time, I was drawn to a few small bottles sitting on top of the basket.
I picked one up, started climbing the stairs and found myself in the same house, but I knew it was different immediately.
The treads felt different.
It didn't smell like home.
It felt empty.
The number of stairs wasn't right.
I climbed to the top, the bedrooms were empty but clean, and the bathroom was warm, so I took a bath... I'm usually a shower person. No idea why, at that particular moment.
After the bath I went back down, found more bottles, so I picked up a different one and ended up somewhere else.
This time there were people in the house, teenage students apparently.
they were of course confused as to how I got there and why I was in their house.
I thought trying to explain that it was also my house would be a bit weird, so again another bottle.
This time it was almost home, there were similar feelings to the place, but the kids in the second bedroom weren't my two, and the newel posts had different caps on the top.
They didn't seem particularly surprised to see me when I put my head around the door and said 'Hello.'
Last bottle, and I ended up back home.
What a #WeirdDream indeed.
Dear Diary, or whatever passes for it these days:
I'm currently sitting in a park. It's a lovely spring day, with a gentle breeze. The birds are chirping, the air smells clean, and there are some kids playing. It's peaceful. Perhaps it's too peaceful.
I feel like I'm supposed to disturb that peace, perhaps by blowing something up, or setting the grass on fire. I feel like, if I don't do this, everything will remain unbalanced.
Is this normal?
Written by me on this very keyboard in a #WeirdDream
For some reason, Steve Jobs decided to travel back to the year 1982 and unvail the iPhone at a New York Yankees game, which I was at with my grandfather somehow. Never mind that he hated the yankees, this was two years before I was born, and I don't care about baseball.
Anyway, while we were there, I met this very northern British bloke who asked me if I knew someone called Kara Cogent, a blind woman who would open a sports club in about 43 years. I told him that I did, and I was so shocked about the entire thing that I sat up in my bed, waking up in a dorm room where @KaraLG84 was sleeping. So then I had to explain the whole thing to her and how weird it was.
There was the equivalent of a Youtube call-in show, where you win stuff for correctly answering weird questions without looking them up with a search engine. They had ways of knowing if you do.
I was watching Linus Tech Tips, something I usually don't do, because they annoy me, and was the first to correctly answer the question: "What is the city of origin of VoIP equipment manufacturer Grandstream?"
The answer was Brookline, Massachusetts.
Unfortunately, I woke up before I got to learn what I won. Oh well.
It was an ordinary Someday afternoon when someone switched off the world. My senses took in nothing—even my sense of up and down was gone.
In a droning voice all too familiar to so many JAWS users of the last decade, the sky spoke to me. "Please select where you would like to respawn.
1. Nanaimo - No Location Found.
2. Gibsons - No Location Found.
My mind raced. This was like the start of a Lit RPG book. But I was here, floating in the respawn void. My city—the one I'd been in just before the world ceased to be—was reporting "no location found."
On a whim, I reached out and booped the air with my finger. "37. Edmonton - Incomplete", proclaimed God for Windows.
Okay. So a virtual touchscreen. With a screen reader. That's ... uh, very inclusive of whatever entity created this. I tried scrolling up on the virtual screen: "66. Atlantic Ocean."
Um, no thank you. Scroll some more. Lots more. Whatever happened to the pacific northwest, I wanted nothing to do with it.
"412. New South Wales."
"Yes, get me there." Feeling an inexplicable sense of urgency, I tapped repeatedly on the invisible screen. Immediately, I felt the terrifying sensation of hurtling through the air faster than any solid object should rightfully fly through the atmosphere. With an abruptness that threatened to send me sprawling forward, I landed on a rocky path. Almost reflexively, without a clue of where I was, I started to jog forward. I heard music. As I ran faster and faster, it got louder and louder, until I could make out the tune. It sounded very familiar. It sounded like ... my Alexa alarm. #WeirdDream
In a droning voice all too familiar to so many JAWS users of the last decade, the sky spoke to me. "Please select where you would like to respawn.
1. Nanaimo - No Location Found.
2. Gibsons - No Location Found.
My mind raced. This was like the start of a Lit RPG book. But I was here, floating in the respawn void. My city—the one I'd been in just before the world ceased to be—was reporting "no location found."
On a whim, I reached out and booped the air with my finger. "37. Edmonton - Incomplete", proclaimed God for Windows.
Okay. So a virtual touchscreen. With a screen reader. That's ... uh, very inclusive of whatever entity created this. I tried scrolling up on the virtual screen: "66. Atlantic Ocean."
Um, no thank you. Scroll some more. Lots more. Whatever happened to the pacific northwest, I wanted nothing to do with it.
"412. New South Wales."
"Yes, get me there." Feeling an inexplicable sense of urgency, I tapped repeatedly on the invisible screen. Immediately, I felt the terrifying sensation of hurtling through the air faster than any solid object should rightfully fly through the atmosphere. With an abruptness that threatened to send me sprawling forward, I landed on a rocky path. Almost reflexively, without a clue of where I was, I started to jog forward. I heard music. As I ran faster and faster, it got louder and louder, until I could make out the tune. It sounded very familiar. It sounded like ... my Alexa alarm. #WeirdDream
I bought a rat for $20, named Wally, who somehow ended up as a successful stock broker, and appeared on a 90's-era sitcom playing the piano. He could only play one note at a time, but he had his own theme song
#WeirdDream
#WeirdDream