I wasn't feeling quite
the full one hundred per cent last night; I woke feeling equally iffy
this morning. Rather than laying in bed feeling sorry for myself I
got up and got on with the day. My dog didn't get up, so I had my
brekkie to myself, and as I scoffed it I watched this week's episode
of "Killjoys". I think this show is now running out
of steam; getting the main characters to have sex is usually a sign
that the script writers have run out of ideas.
With a few minutes before
work I had a look-see on-line. There was consternation on social
media that today's
solar eclipse wasn't visble from the UK. Mind you I rather
suspect that those expressing the most indignation would honestly
think we'd see it in the UK if we voted to leave the EU.
And so to work through
the torrential rain.The pundits on the radio were interviewing a chap
who is part of a team that has built a super-intelligent
computer. This device can beat people in games of chess and go
("Go" is a fiendishly difficult game - one lives and
learns.). However the so-called expert said that the device can
only decide what moves to do in the game. A human has to then
physically move the pieces on the board for the computer. Apparently
getting a super-intelligent computer to understand game theory is
relatively easy. Getting it to actually play the game is difficult.
Personally I thought this
so-called expert needed to go and find out about his field of
so-called expertise. Robots build cars easily enough. If they can put
together the parts of a car then surely huffing a prawn can't be that
tricky, can it?
I had a qualm of
conscience as I got to work. The junior doctors were staging a picket
line outside the hospital for
their current strike. They were sarcastically waving at everyone
driving in. As an ardent trade unionist I wondered if I should be
crossing the picket line. And then I remembered I'm not an ardent
trade unionist any more. I was, but when I needed the union the
regional officer of Unite made it crystal clear that she was far too
busy playing silly political games to do what I expected of a Trade
Union. And much as I sympathise with the doctors' plight, ......
I got to work; the day
didn't start as well as it might, but it got better. I had a minor
bonus when getting a bag of crisps from the works vending machine;
the machine had a brainstorm and gave me two bags for the price of
one.
It is these little
victories that keep me going...
I came home and took
"Furry Face TM" round the block.
We had a relatively uneventful walk; even if he was jumping at every
shadow. For some reason he seemed to be (very much) in "attack
mode" this evening.
"er indoors TM"
came home and boiled up a rather good dinner which we washed down
with a really good bottle of cheap plonk. And then I cracked open the
bottle of Dissorano I got as a Christmas pressie....
As I scoffed and guzzled
we watched the first episode of "The
Aliens"... I can't lie to my loyal readers.... it was
crap.
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