I got a little bit cross over
brekkie. A family member had re-posted something to Facebook. It was a
pro-Brexit hate-filled racist rant about how the EU has invested UK money in EU
projects. The original article contained the line “Find
something that's gone the other way, I've looked and I just can't” Perhaps
this bloke is a bit thick? There’s this brilliant thing called “Google” which (in less than five seconds) gave me thousands of examples of EU investments in the
UK.
Pro-Brexit, pro-remain… neither side of the quarrel is helped by deliberately
spreading lies which can be debunked so easily. Mind you it amazes me that so
few people take those five seconds to debunk the lies.
My in-box then went doolally as the geo-feds activated that
series of geocaches that I hid yesterday. With an email to tell me that the
reviewer had done his bit, an email to tell me it had been published, an email
to tell me that *my* geocache had
been published, and a notification about a new cache for each of them, that was
one hundred and twenty-eight emails.
I got the leads on to the dogs, and we did our
usual circuit of Bowens Field, Viccie Park and home though the co-op field.
Sometimes our walks can be hard work; today’s walk was fine. We chatted with
quite a few people, we had no fights. We met OrangeHead who (without her little gang) was quite
chatty. Interestingly the foxy Jehovah’s Witnesses were dressed rather demurely
today. Either because it was cold, or because that’s what you do when aspiring
to take the moral high ground. (Though
how you can take the moral high ground when you’d let someone die for want of a
blood transfusion because the Bible says you shouldn’t eat uncooked pigs’ blood
is beyond me).
There’s no denying that Fudge could have got a
move on more than he did. Admittedly he has only got little legs. But if he
employed them more in going forward and less in going off at right angles to the
way we are going, or in running back the way we’d come from then we might get
somewhere.
With walk done we came home. Within minutes all
three dogs were fast asleep. I spent a little while working on the last module
of my Coursera course. Are plants conscious? Are they intelligent? Intriguing questions.
I then drove up to the Medway
towns. There is a geocache
there which you find by solving a puzzle which is based
on a plaque on a Naval memorial. I went there on February 15th when
I entitled my blog entry for the day “Wasting Time in Chatham”. Despite
my best efforts I couldn’t come up with a solution to the puzzle which looked to
be sensible. At the time I took a photo of the plaque, and I thought I might
have another look at the puzzle from the comfort of my sofa.
So I had another go at solving
the puzzle this morning. Something which wasn’t evident from my phone’s app (but
was on the lap-top screen) is that there is a checker that you can use to
see if you’ve got the right answer to the puzzle. I tried the solutions I came
up with last time. Both were wrong. So I tried again. And again. On about the
twentieth time I got the right answer. If any of my loyal readers have been
struggling with the puzzle I can explain exactly which one of the ten questions
is open to misinterpretation.
I got to *exactly*
the place that I'd seen on Google Street View,
looked in *exactly* the place that the hint said, and there was nothing
there. Ho hum...
Just as I was
about to search again for the umpteenth time I had a message on my phone. And
another... And another...
I'd made the
teensiest error on one of the cache pages for the series that went live this
morning. Being a generous sort of guy I'd set thirty geo-checkers to allow
people to have solutions accepted that were within ten metres of the actual
result. In geo-speak that's pretty generous. I'd intended to set them all like
that, but I'd overlooked to change the default setting on one of them, and that
one would only accept absolutely spot-on solutions. Which arent easy to get
when you are trying to work out where something is from over a mile away.
Consequently people were struggling to get the green light on that one. Some
messages were friendly; so weren't as aimiable as they might have been. It took about fifteen minutes for me to spot
what I'd done wrong, and about thirty seconds to put it right.
I drove in to
work where I had a rather good dinner. Chicken and chips in curry sauce
followed by spotted dick and custard. It's almost worth doing the late shift
for food like that...
All of those
geocaches I hid yesterday have now been found except one. From the description
of what was found where the missing one had been hidden, it seems as though an
animal has had it. I’m not entirely sure it wasn’t Pogo…
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