Hooptedoodle #494 - Google AI Gives Us the Lowdown...

 A friend of mine - who must be remarkably short of things to think about - asked Google AI about my blog (this very one you are reading), and he sent me an extract from the reply, since he thought it would amuse me. At least I hope that is why he sent it.

Here it is:

Can't really protest too much about any of that, though I am maybe a little saddened by the perceived balance. It makes no direct reference to bullshit, for which I guess I should be grateful. You probably expect me to set about checking out all sorts of AI reports now, but no. 

Not going to.

Out of perversity, I asked Google AI to describe Google AI (yes, I used to watch Star Trek many years ago - I know how to upset robots). Disappointingly, the description read much more like a marketing push than an analysis - I shall not reproduce any of it. There is enough bullshit around already... 

Unfamiliar Ground, Me Boys - Fire and Fury

 I've just returned from a most pleasant weekend trip; I travelled to visit Baron Stryker and his lovely wife on their Northern estates. Apart from the quiet surroundings and splendid hospitality, I also enjoyed an ACW game - unfamiliar ground indeed for me these days. Although this period was the context for my very first involvement with wargaming, it has been a long, long time. I estimate that my last ACW miniatures game must have been in 1973... 

If you weren't around in 1973, you may find this difficult to visualise. Rest assured that you probably didn't miss much - especially as far as my prehistoric wargames go.

I think that Ian may put together a post on his own blog, so all I'll do here is present some of my own photos, just to show what a nice game it was. 15mm figures, and an OOP version of Fire and Fury's brigade level rules - I was the Confederate commander; this was all new to me. The rules are reassuringly straightforward, and Stryker made an excellent job of guiding me through.

 

Troops in my centre at the start; lovely armies - it's some years since I've been involved with 15mm, and I have to say I approve very much

 

My cavalry makes an inauspicious entry on my left. The rules put Confederate cavalry at a disadvantage, but these fellows exceeded my expectations...

 

Troops deploying in the early stages. Both armies were waiting for reinforcements around Turn 3 or so

 

I spy Tigers - I recognised these fellows from an Osprey book I haven't seen for 50 years

 

Enemy approaching, looking worryingly brisk and professional

 

Partly because I wanted to see what would happen using F&F, I launched an enthusiastic but wildly optimistic attack with my right flank infantry. This worked much better than I had any right to expect, wrecked two opposing brigades and captured two limbered batteries...

 

...Crikey!...

 

One of my successful right brigades - still amazingly fresh [official F&F terminology] moved across to threaten the Union centre

 

As the reinforcements came into play, it seemed likely that both armies would win on their respective right flanks, but things started to balance out, and towards the end of our day I had regained control on my left (I think so, anyway)

 

My thanks to Ian and Sharon for their kindness and my appreciation for a most enjoyable trip and a stimulating (and thought-provoking) game are supplemented by my sincere apologies for outrageously lucky dice-rolling. Can't understand that at all...

Hooptedoodle #493 - Cherry Cake - They'll Never Believe It

As I get older and less receptive, I am saddened to note the increasing importance of Schadenfreude as part of my life mission.

Despite my better judgement, I spent some time yesterday watching highlights of US Attorney General Bondi's Congressional Reality Show on TV. American politics is really none of my business, but decency and the future of the planet are certainly worthy of focus.

If the facts are against you, argue the law. 

If the law is against you, argue the facts.

If the law and the facts are against you, pound the table and yell like hell

― Carl Sandburg

 

It seems to me that, years from today, people all over the world may remember that there was once a very strange woman who postured and smirked and overacted her way through a very serious, very noble and very visible forum, and committed the most public career suicide in history.

 

I can only assume that she is getting paid an awful lot of money and has the promise of a very big piece of cherry cake. I doubt whether anyone will remember her name.

 

Speaking of names, I have a little list of them, and I have a special bottle of wine put aside for Prizegiving Day.