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  1. markmoss1 commented on Free Range 2 minutes ago

    “Since when do they stop?”

    A tall chain link fence is quite effective at stopping tumbleweeds (requiring regular cleaning of the fence, otherwise it becomes a fire hazard.) But I don’t see anything like this here.

  2. markmoss1 commented on B.C. 2 days ago

    The Franks were not Gauls, they were German invaders. Apparently the only Germans that cared for cleanliness and order stayed home.

  3. markmoss1 commented on Wizard of Id 5 days ago

    They built it on his land, so legally it’s his. OTOH, what’s legal and what’s fair often differ.

  4. markmoss1 commented on Non Sequitur 6 days ago

    I hadn’t realized that ditty was by Gilbert, before he paired with Sullivan. I found the whole lyrics here:

    http://diamond.boisestate.edu/gas/bab_ballads/html/nancy_bell.html

  5. markmoss1 commented on Bloom County 6 days ago

    At least the Kardashians have something under their shirts.

  6. markmoss1 commented on B.C. 6 days ago

    Cool vehicle, although what the scriptwriters did to Zelazny’s novel was a crime. Some of it was necessary – in those days you couldn’t have a protagonist whose first name was Hell – not a nickname, it’s what his father put on his birth certificate – so he was renamed Jake Tanner. And it went far beyond thus whitewashing Tanner’s family background – in the book, he was an imprisoned killer, in the movie he was not only Air Force, but trusted enough to launch nukes. Etc.

  7. markmoss1 commented on Dogs of C-Kennel 7 days ago

    It didn’t stay on very long.

  8. markmoss1 commented on B.C. 7 days ago

    “be aware that GPS doesn’t have telepathy and doesn’t always know that roads have changed.” And that sometimes things were just entered incorrectly or incompletely in the database to begin with.

    1. My very first encounter with GPS wasn’t a GPS that I was using, but one that the airport gave to the guy who brought my lost luggage out to me, an hour’s drive away in rural northern Michigan, one snowy evening back in the 90’s. He called me on his cellphone when the GPS led him to the closed and locked gate at the Northland Cattle Ranch. “What, you’re on Old Alba Road in this weather.” (It’s always been a private drive across the ranch but they used to leave it open in the summer. It used to be a nice scenic drive if you didn’t need to get anywhere, and I suspect it’s the insurance company that made them close it. But it’s a mostly unimproved dirt road where you are likely to meet a grazing cow, and I doubt they plow the snow enough for anything but a high-clearance 4WD – or horse or snowmobile – to get through in the winter.) So I told him how to get back to passable roads and go around to the north of the ranch. .

    That’s an incomplete entry – the road existed, it’s just not one you’d want to use even if the gates were open, unless the weather is good and you have time to take the scenic route at 15mph. And for several years, both Mapquest and Google maps would also misdirect you here.

    2. A road that never existed coded into the database, in a manner that makes no sense geometrically: I rode down to visit a customer place in northern Indiana with one of the managers from my employer. I knew the way quite well, but coming back the manager wanted to try out his GPS. Instead of sending us to either the toll road or the old highway to get back to US 131, it sent us off into the country, and then said “turn right”. There was nothing to the right except a square mile of corn (literally – your can tell because the section roads in the midwest are based on a 1 mile grid where the terrain allows, and this was a flat and featureless area), and never had been since the first settlers felled the trees. But it kept saying “turn right”. He drove on to the next section road and turned right. It still said “turn right”, and continued to do so all the way around the four sides of that cornfield.

    3: Technically correct, but an insane choice of route: I was headed to southern Tennessee with a borrowed GPS. I’ve been to sourthern Indiana many times, I did not expect to use GPS until near Louisville. Just north of Indianapolis, I was on US31 and looking for the exit to the beltway, to circle halfway around the city and pick up 31 south again, but there was construction and heavy traffic and I got stuck in an exit ramp to a mall. So I turned on the GPS to find the best way to get back on the freeway. But the directions were going away from the freeways. I finally realized wanted me to go south on old 31, a surface street right through downtown! Once I navigated to an entry ramp on my own, the GPS recalculated and started making sense…

  9. markmoss1 commented on B.C. 7 days ago

    “So that’s why all those species became extinct – they couldn’t follow directions.” Or worse, they asked Peter for directions.

  10. markmoss1 commented on B.C. 7 days ago

    On flat land, you need to learn to tell direction by the sun It’s even more necessary where I grew up, where most of the terrain was shaped by moraines, that is, sand piles upt to 1,000 feet high left behind at random by the retreating glaciers. It’s usually possible even on a cloudy day to find the approximate location of the sun, but you also need to know the approximate time and how the sun moves.