Week 187: recognising things
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Some work:
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A lot of fiddly-fart-arsing, trying to make a GitHub Actions workflow better and faster ā so far Iāve made it slower and less reliable, but thatās progress. All the different nouns involved are a bit confusing ā Actions actions and workflows and steps and jobs ā and also I realise Iāve never properly learned YAML, just muddled along forever inferring the syntax from examples, but turns out the rules are written down somewhere.
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The
Description
s in TransXChange files are sometimes bad. Sometimes theyāre orthographically weird, sometimes theOutboundDescription
andInboundDescription
orOrigin
andDestination
are the wrong way round. Thereās a case for ignoring them and generating nice consistent ones, but I donāt. So people would helpfully report the wrong-way-round errors ā āthereās a St Helens to Liverpool timetable under the heading āLiverpool to St Helensā, you idiot, donāt you know theyāre different places?ā ā and Iād be unfairly annoyed, I know theyāre just trying to help. Well now Iāve finally fixed it again so the descriptions are automatically swapped to the correct orientation ā the things you can make computers do these days! ā so thatās good.
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Really fancied some soup, not sure why.
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Finished watching This England (mentioned previously) last week. (Thereād been an advert for it at the cinema, after the trailers, around the point where for a while Nicole Kidman would say āsomehow, heartbreak feels good in a place like this.ā) It would be terribly meltily centrist to conclude, from how some reviews called it a hatchet job and some others said it was oversympathetic nonsense, that it must actually be just right ā so donāt. Anyway, thereās a bit where Aylsham doubles as a flooded town in Derbyshire, and I was pleased with how good I was at identifying a Norfolk market town.
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š¦ Amsterdam (2022). Thereās a lot to it. A bit of wondering is that Taylor Swift? (it was ā Iām so good at recognising things) but thatās just the start.
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𩼠Flu jabbed. The venue was Carrow Road, next to where besuited football men were arriving for some kind of catered reception before travelling to Watford I suppose. Almost the makings of a Hennimore! sort of farce where slightly clinically vulnerable people have to go in the football team? Darren Huckerby arrived in his motor car as I was leaving, personalised number plate in case he forgets his name, itās a Jaguar with what looked like naff aftermarket modifications but might just be the factory-fitted options they offer these days, thereās no accounting for taste.
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The YouTube channel High Peak Autos. Itās a second-hand car dealer who we see inspecting a used car which is then cleaned and sometimes repaired and sold for a profit ā a tale as old as time. I wouldnāt say the presenter is āmy Zoellaā ā heās a flash git who occasionally says something outrageous (addressing a recessed bit of the CitroĆ«n C3 Picasso dashboard assembly, āI always thought that these things here looked like soap dishes, which is ironic with a C3 Picasso because most C3 Picasso owners wouldnāt know what soap isā) but also has a point about the merits of keeping an old gas-guzzler on the road versus manufacturing a whole new electric luxury car. Still, some of the best episodes are where it all goes wrong and he loses money, a bit like in Homes Under The Hammer where a heroic planning enforcement officer foils a would-be slumlordās plan.