Americans know it as Apple Crisp, because the US has to perpetuate the myth than American English is anything but a bastardisation of an existing language and therefore have different words for the same thing.
And yes. Hot Ambrosia® custard, not ice cream, and not Birds®. Just as I was served at school dinners (which somehow bow are called lunch).
Or Colmans English Mustard. English Wasabi, I call it.
I cut my hobby web design teeth on Macromedia Fireworks. Adobe’s output sucks in comparison to mm.
Ooh, thanks! I love stuff like this.
Honestly, I had to read this slowly, one word at a time, in case you the put words wrong way around again
Reminds me of when I aliased ‘man’ to ‘rtfm’
GRAND-FAAAAAAAAAATHEEERRRRRRRRRRR!
Same happened to me two years ago. I signed up for a 30-day trial with one of those e-fax companies and after the doc was sent I cancelled. To be fair, my work had an account with that service so I already knew about it - but I knew I didn’t want to pay a buck a page just to pay my taxes… Hopefully you don’t need this advice in future but maybe it can come in handy just in case!
Sounds like doublespeak to me. “we will grant your request except for where we won’t, because of reasons affecting x y and z, but not condition a”
It’s because of the crappy colour grading they do to merge shot footage with cgi effects. Jurassic Park holds up because it’s from an era of cinema where they didn’t do that grungy Blue-grey shit.
TIL the word for this phenomenon instead of just saying ‘you know that thing when…’: so thanks!
You can’t uninstall Chrome most likely, but maybe your stock/rom will allow you to “disable” it.
And then hoodwink people into upgrading with the promise of Material You themes 🙄
I hope Chromium-based Vivaldi is still okay. I’m pretty invested in some of its features (though I have to admit it is getting more bloaty).
I always have this harrowing thought every time I was there (I lived in AZ, it was a once-every-few-years sort of affair). I have a memory of my Dad posing for a picture there, right where there’s an ankle-high wall leading to certain doom. He didn’t fall, but it wouldn’t take much and it gives me such Call of the Void vibes looking at that photo.
<shudder>
Gotta have lashings of Bisto gravy, yorkies and good ol’ British Maris Piper potatoes too. Occasionally carrot turnip mash if you’re feeling posh. Cauliflower and broccoli if that’s your thing. Served by Lynda Bellingham.