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Post by Little Jack Horner on Feb 14, 2020 22:21:22 GMT
Dunno. I’ll have to ask my son when he is back from his travels. My iPad just asked me to update my software so I did! It doesn’t really matter; it’s just a minor irritation and much less of a an issue than some other irritations in my computing life‼️
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Post by Verbivore on Feb 14, 2020 22:36:45 GMT
LJH: I don't have an iPad so am not knowledgeable on the matter; however, as it's an Apple device I suspect it's running the Safari browser.
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Post by Dave Miller on Feb 15, 2020 0:43:25 GMT
I’m using an iPad (and therefore Safari) and get no such effect. A short touch on the title will produce no colour change and bring up the chosen topic.
Note, though, that a long touch WILL produce an outline around the title and a background colour change within the outline, and then a menu of actions. Is that what you mean, ljh?
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Post by Twoddle on Feb 15, 2020 10:16:14 GMT
I was greatly amused by yesterday's "Word a Day". A nineteenth-century gentleman by the name of Colonel John Cumings was responsible for getting a town in Massachusetts up and running, and the town was named after him: "Cummington". Later a mineral - magnesium iron silicate hydroxide - was discovered there and was given the appellation, "Cummingtonite".
You couldn't make it up.
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Post by Verbivore on Feb 16, 2020 22:11:51 GMT
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Post by Dave Miller on Feb 17, 2020 1:08:36 GMT
Nowhere, Oklahoma? Nonesuch - of which there aren’t two, in Kentucky and Michigan.
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Post by Twoddle on Feb 17, 2020 10:31:06 GMT
No Name Street, Sandwich, Kent, England.
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Post by Twoddle on Feb 17, 2020 10:38:46 GMT
I've just read that the Holden car mark is to disappear from Australia next year. The end of an icon?
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Post by Verbivore on Feb 17, 2020 12:16:44 GMT
I've just read that the Holden car mark is to disappear from Australia next year. The end of an icon? Mark? Marque my word … . Icon? Only of poor build and worse value: picture a Vauxhall built on a Friday. The closure of Holden is unfortunate for the displaced workers but no loss to motoring. One of the worst cars I've owned (and there've been 70) was a brand-new 1970 HG series Holden Monaro, purchased when I was 21 and stupid. At the first service (1,000 miles) I presented the dealership with a list of 47 faults. After 8,000 miles and three more service visits they'd managed to "fix" two items, both minor (broken door and window handles). They couldn't get the wheel alignment right – turned out to be a twisted chassis. The brakes would grab randomly on any wheel. The driver's seat came loose from its mounts. The Trimatic ("Traumatic") transmission blew up. The driver's door sagged on its grossly inadequate hinges to the point where it was impossible to close from the inside because it had to be lifted about 1.5 inches to meet the latch plate. The car braked, steered, and handled abominably. The paint was showing uneven patches in the metal flake. I could go on, but no doubt you get the picture. The only Holdens I've had since then were company / employer cars, and I loathed driving every one of them. I replaced that Monaro with a used Mk II 3-litre P5 Rover, which served me far better (if one ignores the historic propensity of English cars to leak copious amounts of oil and to suffer the random, if frequent, failure of Lucas Prince of Darkness electricals). The only loss to Australia is jobs, and most of those disappeared two years ago when Holden ceased manufacturing the Commodore (a.k.a. DunnyDoor, CommonWhore) here. Mine was Burnished Bronze, not Hoon Yellow. And it didn't come with accessory bird. PS: the Holden Monaro is pronounced Mon-ARE-oh though it is named after the Oz region known as the Mon-AIR-oh.
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Post by Verbivore on Feb 17, 2020 12:25:37 GMT
No Name Street, Sandwich, Kent, England. An acquaintance of mine bought a house in a small rural village – in a lane with no name. The acquaintance's given name was Lois, and she convinced the council to name her street Lois Lane. True story.
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Post by Twoddle on Feb 17, 2020 21:45:29 GMT
PS: the Holden Monaro is pronounced Mon-ARE-oh though it is named after the Oz region known as the Mon-AIR-oh. I thought you were going to say that was another fault: a misspelling of Monaco.
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Post by Verbivore on Feb 17, 2020 22:36:38 GMT
One thing I forgot to mention about Holdens: The GMH slogan for many years was "Designed and built in Australia, by Australians, for Australian conditions". The original 1948 Holden (designation 48/215) was a US-rejected Chevrolet design. It was designed for the US, which had superior roads compared to ours, which were at that time mere goat tracks. Any AU design input was minimal (e.g. the badge and logo). So much for brand propaganda. As the Holden evolved it became a badge-engineered Opel with modified (tougher) suspension. The last Holden Commodores were designed and built in France by the now PSA-owned former Opel. Even had they been better built than their Aussie predecessors, they were largely rejected by Australian motorists because there was no longer a V8 option. Ford (a.k.a. Fraud) also abandoned AU manufacturing of its Falcon passenger car (Commodore's main competitor), so now all the cars available in AU are imported; most are a quality improvement on the former local offerings. Neither Holden nor Ford could compete without massive government subsidies, and once those subsidies dried up it was the end of the road / goat track for Aussie-built cars. How many 30–40-year-old Fords and Holdens can be seen on AU roads? Almost none. How many Benzes of that age can be seen in AU now? About 70 per cent of those sold here. ******** Relation to language? The power of words (propaganda / advertising).
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Post by Verbivore on Feb 17, 2020 22:37:39 GMT
Odd! The quoted text disappeared.
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Post by Twoddle on Feb 18, 2020 10:41:12 GMT
I had an interesting discussion with a restaurant proprietress yesterday (the 17th) while booking a table.
"I'd like to reserve a table for next Saturday, please." "Certainly, so that's Saturday 29th." "No, it's the 22nd. Next Saturday." "Well, that's this Saturday; next Saturday is the one afterwards: the 29th."
I gave up the pointless argument at that point. I know exactly when next Saturday is: it's the next Saturday we'll encounter, which is the 22nd - next Saturday. Since when has "next" meant "next-but-one"? It's ridiculous, but I've heard it postulated before.
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Post by Verbivore on Feb 18, 2020 10:48:54 GMT
I had an interesting discussion with a restaurant proprietress yesterday (the 17th) while booking a table. "I'd like to reserve a table for next Saturday, please." "Certainly, so that's Saturday 29th." "No, it's the 22nd. Next Saturday." "Well, that's this Saturday; next Saturday is the one afterwards: the 29th." I gave up the pointless argument at that point. I know exactly when next Saturday is: it's the next Saturday we'll encounter, which is the 22nd - next Saturday. Since when has "next" meant "next-but-one"? It's ridiculous, but I've heard it postulated before. The very same issue causes confusion here in the Antipodes, Twod. I've given up using "next ...day" and now always specify the date (unless the day in question is tomorrow). If I recall correctly the lessons from youth, "this ...day" was the ...day of the current week and "next ...day" was always the ...day of the following week.
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