And the Big White Question Mark in the lower tray did, indeed, answer THE question. (see yesterdays post)
The results?
Well, remember, I’m using the new Windows 7 program. I know, from casual news reading, that Microsoft is in perennial battle for computer programming market shares and Google is gobbling massive chunks of what is available, Firefox is sucking wind and the others (at least in the US) are starving (In relative terms).
So, it was with some surprise that the Big White Question Mark dealt with my camera problem by saying, paraphrased; this program does not contain Windows Photo Gallery, you will have to find another provider to serve that function.
Micro Soft?? You actually put that statement in the Help And Support Section? Really?
Congratulations.
It is a good thing my sense was to down load Picasa 3.5 the same day I purchased Windows 7. I couldn’t explain why, as I’m not overly fond of Picasa (its greedy). But I did, immediately after finding out how to access the Web on the new install.
This one happens to be from the cash-out counter of the Deli I write about from time to time. The Deli whose owners came in from Buffalo NY.
I believe Buffalo NY is a real place, having some very distant relatives from that area. The folks are somewhat different there. Some where in the extremities of the region the Stop lights have a habit of being shot out if the Green “Go” light in the traffic control lights is on the bottom of the stack.
Highly partisan and suspiciously non-PC.
Having said all of that, and having looked again at the picture, I wonder me, the migration of the owner of the Deli coming to my fine State of Kansas to open a NY Pizza Parlor.
(For those that missed it – the lights are green, the pumpkins are orange. No! I won’t explain. Go read Irish history.)
That grill, as tiny as it appears, churn’s out some very good food. The rest of the back bar area consists of ovens (I told the man I didn’t want pictures of those. Watching pizza bake wasn’t inspiring.) and work spaces for processing pizza and take-out orders.
The joint is fairly well organized. Nice eating area’s and an old porch has been reworked to serve as an area for food and beer garden (enclosed, winter proof, two tables only) for the social drinkers. The hard core boys stay at home to drink. Small town ways are slow to change.
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Some few years back, and the fellow is still among the blogging poker players, a player would wager all of his stack except one chip. He called the play after his screen avatar name sake. He is also, a decent player. There was developed a “Reverse” play; developed and called the Reverse xx.
Yeah.
Anyhow, Friday morning, between lazy and fretting with the pictures and question marks, I drifted by Poker Stars for a few hands.
A Euro player in the one seat pulled the All-In Except One Chip play.
He won. Doubling.
He tried it again in a hand or so. And won again.
He left several hands later. He lost everything.
Except one chip.
I wished I could remember the blog address of Hoy, if that was the maneuver. Or was it the Hoyesa? Or . . well, the dude left before I could gather my wits.
It was early, after all.
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From the reaches,
Ten Mile

