Captain's Log - Stardate September 26th 2025
Still trawling The Ocean of Data. There are rich pickings out here. Every day we haul up huge tons of the stuff and transfer it to "Gorgon" - the mother ship. The job seems endless.
We have just entered The Sea of Bloggo off the coast of Narnia where the shoals are known to be particularly abundant. Data seethes just below the surface, squirming and thrashing and sometimes bursting into the sunshine like multitudes of silvery flying fish. I have never seen anything like it.
We are well-paid by Nvidia but the company's hunger for freshly caught data seems unquenchable. Every day they want - more, more, more.
It appears that the more data that is poured into the central processing plant in Santa Clara, the more accurate, visionary and ironclad their outcomes and proposals will become.
This is about changing the world folks and I'm all for that but sometimes I look back to the lazy days when we chugged out of Grimsby struggling to find cod fish off the coast of Norway or Shetland. On a calm, starlit night with sea anchor operational, the crew would gather in the galley and fuelled with tumblers of Jamaican rum sing...
"Old McDonald had a ship
Ay-eye, ay-eye - No!
And on that ship he had a monster
Ay-eye, ay-eye - No!
With a gobble gooble here
And a gobble gobble there
Here a gobble there a gobble
Everywhere a gooble gobble
Old McDonald had a ship
Ay-eye, ay-eye - No!"
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It was our Frances's thirty-seventh birthday today and we enjoyed brunch with her at "Carrie's" on Ecclesall Road. Her best friend Charlotte was there with her youngest boy Milo - who is in Margot's class at nursery school. Years ago Frances and Charlotte were also in the very same class at nursery school. Their bond of friendship is very strong. They even went to the same university. The brunch was excellent and Margot and Milo were excited to see the passing buses and lorries on the road below.
from Yorkshire Pudding https://ift.tt/MOHao2G
