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.
I didn’t think about the cleverness of it. Oh well, sometimes that happens.
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.