I’ll go ahead and start on this one:
After being shown what Obsidian can do by my producer, Neigsendoig, I wanted to set up an Obsidian vault for when I would eventually start doing narration for Cocules Reddit Readings (currently inactive because I hadn’t really recorded anything in a while since my debut on the channel), and making the scripts for it with a few plugins. My experience has been positive for something that’s local-first (which the two of us have been going full-send on lately), and I’m already in love (so is Neigsendoig, in fact).
That’s my experience in a nutshell.
I can’t help myself. I just can’t stop snorting obsidian. Every night I obsessively go to my workshop. There I remove a small flake of obsidian glass I keep in a special leather pouch. Over the course of the next hour, I obsessively grind down the flake into powder, finer and finer. At last, when the right consistency is reached, I take out a piece of glass and create a fine line of obsidian dust on a mirror. Then, I simply snort it. What the strangest of addictions I have. I simply must use obsidian. It’s a compulsion summoned from some part inside of me; I cannot say where. And no, I cannot simply reuse last night’s grindings. I need that fresh glass man. I throw away probably 90% of what I grind each night, but that’s just a necessary part of the process. I don’t even get high afterwards. I simply must snort obsidian, and I don’t know why. Just gotta have my black glass.
Well… let me creatively dissect that a bit, as this seems to be a joke.
The “Workshop” is the vault, the small flake of “Obsidian Glass” I have no clue on… and so is everything else I think. Either that, or this is messing with me a bit.
Oh jeeze. Nevermind. I thought I was being clever. I read this asklemmy title as “Obsidian Users of Lemmy, What Was Your Experience Like?” I thought I was being clever, but I misread the prompt!
Don’t think too hard about it. I read the question wrong. Then I wanted to take a different interpretation of the (misread) prompt. Write a fun little story about someone who was an “obsidian user”, addicted to obsidian, the physical material.
Oh well. Enjoy my odd little tale about the strange obsidian addict.
Your misinterpretation is WAY more accurate than you realize, lol. Obsidian gained an almost cult-like following very quickly. It has made people obsessively document their day. They are hooked on it. Obsidian turned journaling into a drug. If a hardcover notebook is a fine cigar, Obsidian is a vape. You know who won’t like me saying that? People who vape. They don’t want to be compared to Obsidian users.
Neigsendoig and I are the same in that regard in terms of Obsidian use, though we use other note-taking software that’s local first. Notesnook and Standard Notes come to mind for Sendo, actually.
I didn’t think about the cleverness of it. Oh well, sometimes that happens.