My son tells of receiving a technical call about one of their huge lighting control boxes being installed in a theater in New York. The installer said everything seemed to be working correctly but when he stood on the step to work in the top of the cabinet, he got a tingling feeling and wondered if there was a short somewhere. Upon further questioning as to what the "step" looked like, my son realized that the man had been standing on one of the main 600-volt buss bars! -- a two-foot-long solid copper plate carrying who knows how many amps. Only his heavy rubber boots had kept him from being blown into the next world. The real questions were why was the power on when the cabinet was open and what kind of electrician was that stupid! The cabinets subsequently had a safety latch installed so that the door couldn't be opened if the power was on. But you just can't fix stupid!

In the summer before my junior year in high school, four of us kids were hired to assist the installers as the local telephone company added the equipment so that they could switch from using an operator to direct dial. It was a family owned company that served the town of about 600 and the farming community about 15 miles in all directions. My aunt who was one of the operators so I had visited the office many times and understood the basics. We mostly did the grunt work of carefully digging up the old lead-sheathed cables and stripping hundreds of pairs of wires in preparation for splicing into the new system. It was done in sections so only one party line would be out of service at any one time. The new dial phones had been previously hung in the homes and as each line was connected to the switching we went from home to home moving the wires from the old crank phones to the new dial phones and then dialing a test number to see for sure the new phone worked. That was considered a huge advance in technology -- at the time we would have just shook our heads in disbelief if someone had tried to explain today's cellphone technology!

It's your attitude that is the problem.
I read the same line and thought -- "Probably got bitten by spell check."
The real question is could you build a nicer trailer?

While in college in 1965-67 I worked for the Parkers who owned the largest Dairy Queen in Oklahoma and the restaurant serving Kentucky Fried Chicken on the corner across the highway. The Parkers were one of the early KFC franchises and the contract signed by Colonel Sanders hung in the lobby. Both business were just a few blocks off campus and we served more food than the college cafeteria did. I worked both kitchens as needed, sometimes crossing the street mid-shift. One evening I arrived for work to learn that the Colonel had just been in and he and the Parkers had decided to go into Tulsa for a FISH dinner! So I missed meeting him by about five minutes. The Parkers were also friends with Dave Thomas. Dave owned several Kentucky Fried Chicken restaurants and a couple of years later sold them to start his own business -- Wendy's.

I see quite a few in gardens with a tomato plant in the center of each one. I'm not a gardener so don't know what the benefit is. We have cool springs so maybe they act as mini greenhouses with the black tires absorbing what warmth from the sun that there is and retaining heat for the night.

Another traffic pattern I scratch my head over is the multi-lane roundabout. Where I came from they are taking them out. Where I live now they are putting them in!
One local one is a very small radius and one of the four entrances/exits is the main entrance to two schools. Granted the line of buses leaving the school don't back up much because they they no longer have to stop. But you sure don't want to be on the roundabout with one of the long ones. After it was put in the city had to admit it was designed for residential street and not for buses and tractor trailer rigs that also use the road to get to the north side of town. It's on a fairly steep grade and that complicates things. Two exits are uphill and two downhill.

If evolution were true, our bladders would be the same same size as a Big Gulp.

I worked with those huge disks 12-14" inches across and usually several platters in each unit. They have one on display at OMSI in Portland, Oregon. It's about the size of a washing machine. I think it was donated by Intel.
They held a lot of information but nowhere near the capacity of the terabyte disks that you can now buy for under a $100!
Our first home hard disk was 10mg and I thought that was huge. It was, compared to the 640k floppy that was used int he same machine.

Above my computer is a shelf of computer books and manuals. Among those is a volume on CP/M and the slipcase containing WordStar 4.
As the shelf gets crowded and I sort things out, I always consider those two items and leave them there — it's a reminder of how things have changed and how far I've come!
At the end of the same shelf are examples of 8" and 10" floppy disks. (The grandkids love to comment on them because it illustrates just how archaic "papa" really is!)
The fancy WordStar 4 manual in the three-ring binder with the hard-shell slipcase is a sharp contrast to today's instant download and online manuals. A few years ago I put the the stack of floppy program disks in the case just to keep them together. What is a little scary is that I still fire up Wordstar occasionally when I want to modify some program or macro. I customized it long ago for that purpose and it is still better than most text editors.
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Let's clarify what copyright means — At the point a photograph is taken, the photographer holds the copyright and has total rights to the image, limited only by any rights imposed by the subject. Obtaining proper permissions to take and use/sell the resulting photograph is another subject. This is true of any creative original "work" that is covered by copyright law.

Those rights are retained by the copyright holder for the duration of the copyright unless expressly transferred to another person or released to the public domain.

Thus the copyright holder has the right to reproduce the copyrighted material in any manner and with any markings they see fit. Actual practice will vary by personal practice and marketing considerations. You may be the subject of the image but your rights only go as far as you have directly negotiated for use of the image. That may be as simple as purchasing prints made from the image and marked as the photographers' practice may be or as mentioned previously in this thread, purchasing the rights to the image outright for use in any fashion you wish.

Printers, have to be especially careful in that if we reproduce copyrighted material without proper permissions, we are just as liable as the person ordering the printing. Thus, if there is any question about the source of any text, art or photos in something we are printing, we will request documentation that proper permissions have been obtained. That can cause problems and maybe even the loss of the job.

One we run into are prints from "Olan Mills." One of Olan Mills' products was providing a pictorial directory for a church or organization by having the privilege of taking the photos and offering prints of those photos to the members in a controlled setting. It was a booming business before the advent of digital photography. Those prints come with a gold foil imprint on the front. When asked if they have permission to reproduce the photo, our customer's usual reaction is, "Why, it's a picture of me and I paid them for it?" At that point we just pull out the Olen Mills contact information — there will be no problem getting permission, you just have to jump through the hoops!

A new device was invented that could instantly tell when a person was telling a lie. To ensure transparency in government, congress passed a law that every government employee had to wear a badge containing the device and when they told a lie a red light would come on. If the light did come on, the person had two hours to get out of town.

Knowing that some employees might have a problem, they decided to allow a week-long trial period where the badge only vibrated instead of the red light coming on when a lie was told. The test seemed to go well and the system was activated on Monday at 8:00 am.

There was no need to fix lunch.

That falls in the same category as dead, deader, and deadest.

Determining where to draw that line has always been a headache for editors and proofreaders. There is one standard for the spoken word and the translation of that style into a believable form as dialogue in a novel. Altogether different "rules" apply when publishing academic works or technical publications.

At one time we were setting type for three large corporations and each had their own style. One instance I remember clearly, was that each had their standard for the use and spacing of the abbreviation of millimeters — 25mm, 25 mm, and 25 MM.

Another was a religious writer who had the habit of mixing translations in his Biblical quotations. Sometimes his version was better than any single version but we had to "pick one" and then state what version it was.

It was really just a test!

I knew it would happen -- I reread the post twice to make sure I got the punctuation right to avoid the "punctuation police" and check the spelling. But, just soon as I hit send, I spotted at least two words that are spelled correctly but are incorrect. Did you read right over them as I did?