Journalists: LLMs will replace us! Oh noes! What will we do without humans in the loop to ensure fact checking and quality journalism?
Also journalists: This is a propeller
This is what I look like after a max strength shot of espresso at 22:30
It’s just possible that I have ADHD, you guys.
Anchored in Dominica. Walked up through the rainforest to the old British artillery battery to get a view over the bay, and then to the fort that the British army built (or rather, that their slaves built. I honestly can't imagine the unspeakable evil and sheer misery it must have been to do forced labour in this climate).
Anyway, the fort is now a museum and the area around it, a national park where the rainforest has been allowed to regrow. More recently, the establishment of the national park was assisted with an EU grant. Dominica isn't in the EU, but it retains ties to Britain which was an EU member at the time.
Got to see our ship, the Star Flyer (foreground) anchored in the bay, with her sister ship, the Royal Clipper (background), from the fort.
Most people think the the Great Lakes are the largest bodies of water in the United States, but it’s actually this hotel toilet here in Miami.
The amount of hydroelectricity produced when you flush it is enough to power a large town! #CoolFacts
@Miguel Arroz That sounds profoundly buggered indeed.
Touchwood I’m ok. The 6 days uptime is because of a power outage 6 days ago.
Yet another lightning connector dies from
Electrolysis. Been cold plugging this one; it’s a lightning to USB C adaptor, and I’m working on the basis that cold plugging will extend the life.
But it still has a life expectancy of only a few months. My phone charges inductively but the iPad needs this fucking cursed connector.
I hate it with a passion. Useless piece of shit that doesn’t do the goddam thing it’s fucking supposed to.
ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! Thought I’d seen the last of these bastard things (Australian mealybug).
But it appears some survived my total war back in June, presumably by hiding through the summer in the soil.
As a holding pattern, they’ve got a heavy dose of Chateau Isopropyl 2023 while I go and procure more pesticide.
I swear, they’re harder to get rid of than a fucking TERF infestation.
And if not dealt with, they will cause total ecosystem collapse amongst my plants. They kill everything.
I hate them so much.
Hopefully I’ve shared this right. Anyway, I did this at the weekend. It broke me. 34 kilometres. 30° C, 800 metres of ascent.
So I have stupidly decided to do it again next year.
While I can still barely stand up because of the DOMS.
I must be loopy.
Some people’s partners leave crumbs in their bed.
My darling wife leaves a chicken carcass, like she’s some sort of cat or some shit.
Standard British things that you don’t realise are creepy and authoritarian as fuck when you grow up in the UK.
These are meant to frighten you. You can safely throw them in the bin.
