the narrator

ok, a reminder to myself!
browsing the blogs and clicked on the third and watched a video of a guy who reminded me of people i went to college with many moons ago, voice-scratching. stoned off his chops and growing out of the floor.
but suddenly i'm hearing voices, and among the trillion things hobbling through my mind i'm thinking virus, some little digital man is tracking my every virtual movement. but the point is it wasn't, and he was, which is good. because now i can go round blindfolded for a few days and not compromise on using the computer cos i can just switch on said little man and he can navigate me on my pc. only i don't know what i did to set him off so i'll have to figure that one out.
it is called the narrator, for the visually impaired.
o joy! hallelujah for happy accidents!

listening to: a bird whistling outside. zipadeedoodah :)
,,,,,,,,,the caw of a crow and the soft windsock rumble of planes overhead. a dog barks. alarm somewhere to the left in the distance beyond damp whisper of traffic...
,,,,,,,,,that bird sure has a lot to say!