I have two people claiming that I've posted things on Facebook that I've not posted at all. One guy claims that I keep posting about him. The only post I have is a prayer asking for prayers for somebody with his first name. The other guy claims that I have a post revealing the last name of somebody. I have a total of ZERO Facebook posts with that last name. Things have been weird for years, but they started getting much weirder lately. I have a TikTok musician who thinks I'm stalking him over me just trying to help him by doing a simple Google search of his name because he said he wanted to create a boundary between his real name and social media, so I was trying to help him and when I let him know how easily his name could be found and that he could be found on social media, he freaked out and said he he told me that he wasn't comfortable with how deeply I searched him when he said he wasn't comfortable with that (which he never said). It's so very confusing for me.
I had a beer delivery today. Came in three boxes. I've already got dozens of boxes. Fortunately, boxes make good cat fortresses. And these days I've got enough boxes for the most epic cat fortress ever. In fact, as I joked to the delivery driver, I could do the whole Maginot Line.
Although I suppose strictly speaking it would be a Moginot Line.
[KagomeShuko] There are people/bots who replicate your fb account (photo, bio etc.) then "friend" all you know claiming your original account was hacked, then spam/phish them.
When I was in middle school, I had a student teacher who had gone to Australia. She said that emus weren't smart at all and would run straight into fences, not even TRYING to miss them.
Electric Multiple Units, like their Diesel Multiple Units counterparts, are trains with no locomotive and localised (one or more motorised carriages pull one or more non-motorised carriages) or distributed (all carriages have motors), all controlled from a driving position at either end of the train.
(Bis) Ackshully it was the month of June that was the warmest month in a rather precisely defined area known as Central England. It was also the warmest, unsurprisingly, that I have personally recorded here at Plas Huws (= Hughes Hall) over the 40 years I have been an amateur weather nut and before that a professional one. Gotta be precise.
I wish I could be back in my home, but it's not ready yet. It's not even ready for living in one room. My contractor is trying to get it so I have a room and a bathroom and there's air conditioning and the outside is all okay. My vinyl siding was shipped, but delayed the last I heard.
It worked on some games, not others. Somehow, an index had got out-of-synch with the actual gameplay, which caused the de-whoopsing to fail. This is a brittle misfeature of the server code, motivated by a desire to keep the number of SQL queries to a minimum, which is probably a somewhat redundant optimisation given the tiny amount of data involved.
Glad to hear that the feature is used by people, though, as going backwards in time is not so straightforward.
Last day of working before two weeks off. It'll be a staycation mostly (we've both had a lot going on this year and we need some space to just be), but we might nip to France for a night to eat the food and stock up in a French hypermarche. On my shopping list: French washing-up liquid, which comes in lots of flavours that are way less boring than the Dutch ones, and a dozen of those glass jars of pates and rilletes that last forever. I'm hungry now.
[Bis] Wherever it isn't going to be raining in Nord Pas de Calais or Normandy - a comfortable few hours' drive from home in the Netherlands. We're watching the weather radar like a hawk now...
[Pen] say hello to the hydrangeas from me. And it's been non-stop rain in Belgium. The choice seems to be drowning in the North and burning in the South.