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Many thanks Dave. I am going to have a go at eventually changing the Sky router for the N600, which is sitting unused in a cupboard. The Sky router is painfully useless and has only 2 Ethernet ports, whilst the WiFi is poor.
I have a couple of factors to research though: my Sky router is the Q Box, not the SR102, and I have to find out if the N600 will work with Sky as the Archer does. So off I go into Search Mode.
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I'm out.(Job interview) “Where do you see yourself in 5 years’ time?” – this when I had become disabled, flogged my late 50’s brain at two colleges, 6 days a week for almost 12 months. I had gone for a job at a County Council HQ, allocated as a Disabled post. I was not really sold on the job, but had been out of work a year and suffering various op’s and treatment for over 5 years. I gave a rather flippant reply, (my mouth often ignores my brain) “I have no idea. This is an absolute change of career for me and my crystal ball is at home. I will certainly give the job my best efforts, the future will take care of itself.”
Stunned silence. It was Friday afternoon and my college tutor had told me to go home after the interview. I went home and went back to college on the Monday for the last two weeks. My tutor told me that the CCHQ had phoned the college and asked for me. I had the post, which was Common Land & Boundary Searches, within Legal Services. It involved researching the history of property and land boundaries, when someone, usually a developer, wanted to buy a piece of land, and employed a solicitor to deal with the Council. My work would eventually involve and guide a Planning Officer’s decision.
I met so many jargon speakers at the County Council. One Legal Officer actually told me that “… I have (that) in hand. At the end of the day we will process the arrangement and bring it to a successful conclusion.” I was so impressed with that particular piece of crapspeak, that I wrote it down. :mail: 🙁 :wacko:
He was talking about reviewing and signing-off a file that I had prepared, the result of several weeks work. None of the SLO’s really understood this work. They were mostly involved in Social and Criminal cases. Anything else was Sanskrit to them, consequently they disguised a lack of knowledge with as many meaningless phrases as possible. Listening to a group conversation between members of this over-educated elite, could be painful. By the time I was retired on ill health grounds, I had realised that the Sheep (us workers) held the Shepherds (the superior officers) in complete contempt.
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I'm out.The Head of a Cof E school is informed that he must put Sex Education on the curriculum. Worried about how to aproach this in a Cof E school, he speaks to the local vicar and asks him to give a talk to the children before the lessons start, with the emphasis on Christian attitudes to sex. The vicar is happy to be asked to do this, but does not want to upset his prudish wife. He tells her that he is giving the children a talk about Christianity and sailing.
A week later the Head meets the vicar’s wife in the street and tells her that her husband gave a wonderful talk to the children.
“I can’t think it was that good,” says the vicar’s wife, “he’s only ever done it twice. First time he was sick, second time his hat blew off!”
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I'm out.Ed that was a perfect example of a fitting and accurate explanation.
But in other respects and other publications, Graham can be right about Jargon. The other day I met a ‘knowledgeable’ guy who interrupted my explanation to a neighbour about which laptop he should buy and which ISP he should approach. He used so much ‘learned’ jargon that the subject’s eyes were visibly glazing over. I cancelled this rude interruption with one of my own, and gave the advice in Plainspeak, then offered a quick search through my own PC. Then I asked the Jargon guy what PC he owned. “Oh I don’t have a computer, never needed one. I read a lot.” :scratch: :wacko:
Sound of (awkward) silence. I took the guy needing advice (an old mate) to my house and showed him alternatives, printed out a couple of sheets and away he went. I know this bloke will not be knocking on my door for Support, otherwise I would not have said anything.
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I'm out.Before I had the Sky Q Box router and system, I had this: https://tinyurl.com/myn659t
I really liked it and got on well with it, using Plusnet as ISP. However, PN were rubbish at settling dropouts and I never got more than 6.5 Mbps, often a lot less. I give Sky their due: they sorted this out (eventually) by sending a good engineer, who fitted a new shielded line, new BT boxes, and moved the whole lot nearer to my router. I now get around 13-14 Mbps and a stable broadband. When I reach near the end of my Sky contract, I will dump their TV and either look for a new ISP, or keep Sky but use the N600.
I think Dave has, or had, one of those TP-Link N600’s.
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I'm out.Here’s one for Country fans:
# Here I go once again, my suitcase in my hand.
Running away down River Road
And I swear once again, I’m never comin’ home,
Running away down River Road.#
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I'm out.PM, I have listened to all kinds of music over the years. If it’s “out there” and unusual, it gets a special listen from me. Tom Connors is certainly unusual, but I just bought the one album and that was enough. It went to a charity shop I think…
wasbit, I have several vinyl albums by Gordon Lightfoot, played maybe 3 times max to record on Cassette or open reel tape, (sadly the cassettes wore out and the Akai open reel was sold) but no CD’s. I especially like “If You Could Read My Mind”, which is a classic. He was and still is, a champion of Native Peoples in Canada, wrote several songs about their situation. I think the ‘unusual’ and a little bit ‘out there’ applies to him. I must bump his LP’s up the Record To NAS queue. (A long queue!)
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I'm out.Kaspersky on Amazon: https://tinyurl.com/lc9njwb
Daft thing is, the 5 PC/1 year package is cheaper than the 3PC/1 Yr package.
When it’s time to upgrade, I find the Kaspersky download is usually less expensive. It’s also much easier. I use it and find it great to use and it just works in the background, with a good few added features.
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I'm out.If anyone gets this one I’ll be truly impressed. ‘I told the mounties, throughout the counties To put some bounties all over B.C.’
Tom Connors.
The Sasquatch Song.
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Another Canuck – (clue)
# I can see her lyin’ back in her satin dress
In a room where ya do what ya don’t confess
Sundown you better take care
If I find you been creepin’ ’round my back stairs… #
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I'm out.The CEO of a huge, Fried Chicken corporation visits the Pope and tells him he will donate £1 million if the Pope will change the words of The Lord’s Prayer, from “Give us this day our daily bread” to “Give us this day our daily chicken.” The Pope is horrified and refuses, whereupon the CEO increases his bid to £5 million. Still the Pope will not budge. The CEO, unused to this kind of sales resistance, ups his bid to £20 million. The Pope hesitates, then shakes his head.
Finally, the CEO bids £50 million and the Pope surrenders.
Il Papa calls all his cardinals and gives them the decision. “I have good news and bad news. The bad news is that we have lost the Warburtons account…..
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Jim shows his mate Bill a large, beautiful diamond ring he is going to present to his girlfriend on her birthday.
“Thought she wanted a four wheel drive motor?” says Bill.
Yes she did, but where am I going to get a fake Range-Rover?”
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A student is doing so badly at Maths that his parents take him out of school and send him to a Catholic boarding school with a strict disciplinary reputation. When he comes home at half-term, they are delighted to see his high Maths grades. “What does the new school have that the other did not?” they ask him.
“When I walked through the door and saw the bloke nailed to that giant plus sign, I knew they meant business.”
🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂
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I'm out.Thanks Tippon. I have passed that on, but I alerted her younger sister who is an IT College lecturer. I have also asked the other 4 sisters to keep a better eye on Big Sis. I think they have all been so much in awe of her that they thought her indestructible. Uncle Bob has lectured them at long distance! Safer that way, they are a solid group.
From what I can tell, the problem came from a Messenger “Share” passed by a friend.
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I'm out.Dylan — or if it’s not, the writer has stolen from Dylan — but I’m not sure of the song. The second line is a classic.
Yes it’s Dylan: Album is “Another Side of Bob Dylan”. Track is “My Back Pages.”
Check out the lyrics: https://tinyurl.com/ll8e57j I remember hearing this and other originals for the first time and wondering which planet the guy was from. Then I could not stop playing them.
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I'm out.Steve said:
” One thing I hated about mm, and not sure if it can be done here, is when someone opened a new thread, the deleted it after replies had been added. I think delete privilege should be revoked the second a reply is added. ”
Completely agree, and this has all cropped up in another Topic. I said then that I always re-read my posts immediately after “Submit” so that I can correct any errors. Sometimes also, my fingers want to type something from my thinking that may upset someone else. Re-reading gives me a chance to think about what I have said and correct anything that may cause offence.
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I'm out.# We’ll meet on edges, soon, ” said I, proud ‘neath heated brow
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I'm out.Isn’t that Band on the Run? (Paul McCartney and Wings.) I don’t fully recognise the words, but they’re near enough to what I recall, and the meter is perfect. What’s the earlier snippet, though?
Band on The Run, yes Jason. Older than you used to look!
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I'm out.#Well the rain exploded with a mighty crash
As we fell into the sun#
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I'm out.This was supposed to be the Jokes Corner, right?
A Scotsman, an Essex girl and an alien walk into a bar.
The barman looks up and says
“What the hell is this? Some kind of joke?”
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Two goldfish in a tank.
Says one to the other, “How do you drive this thing?”
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Man walks into a fishmonger’s carrying a Salmon –
“Do you make fishcakes?” he asks
“Of course,” says the fishmonger
“Oh good, it’s his birthday.”
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I'm out.Dwynne I shared that era and most of those ‘non-PC’ activities.
We didn’t play on gravel, but on the Pit Waste Tip and in the local colliery rail marshalling yard, which was a local center for collecting coal wagons from other pits and sending them on to the Trent Valley power stations. We thought it a great “Dare” to stand on the rails whilst others released the wagon brakes, then jump out of the way when feeling the rail vibrate, as the wagons began to move. One lass lost some toes at that game, but her mum didn’t sue the NCB. Just threatened to chop off her legs if she did it again. (I think she was joking…)
We played football (50+ a side) on a huge grassed field known as the Sewerage Field, due to the fact that it adjoined what is now called a Waste Treatment Plant. We came home wondering how our parents knew we had been there, not realising that our noses had grown used to the smell from our clothes. We got slapped legs and smacked heads for it, but we did not call a Social Worker. Inevitably, most games ended in a mass fight and some of us went home with bruises and bloody noses, but our parents did not want to take legal action over it.
When I entered Technical school 8 miles away from home, I biked it most mornings, although I had a Bus Pass, because I had to take my morning papers round and school was ‘just’ another 7 miles away. We used to run about 7 miles around King’s Mill Reservoir across from the school: https://tinyurl.com/kcmo3rj – the school was situated where King’s Mill Hospital and Morrisin’s are on the map. Only about 5% of the housing and buildings shown, were there when I was between 11 and 16 years old.
There were no dysfunctional families then: if a man mistreated his wife and/or children, he was sorted out by others. If a mother did the same, family members stepped in – that’s why I was schooled in the Potteries, living with a widowed aunt, between the ages of 6 and 9.
We had lots of activities that kids don’t see much of now: ruuning off the top of the coalhouse and diving into an old mattress, blowing up frogs with a straw, swinging across a stream on a rope, building dens and avoiding the Forestry Commissioners, eating food cooked in lard and salt. Of course we had other stuff kids don’t have much of now: Ricketts (all 3 of us brothers had that) mumps, measles, coughs and colds from freezing houses in the winter.
I don’t know how I made it to 72! :yahoo: And I would not swop my childhood for another time.
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I'm out.Got an edit button on my latest post but not on old ones. Perhaps I’m under privileged. ? ?
No you’re not, no edit button on my last posts. Makes sense really, can’t have posts being edited after too long. Not a problem: I always read through mine directly after Submitting them, correcting errors/dumb statements immediately.
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I'm out.Just to add to Richard’s note on metabolism, there is some research showing that the gut bacteria is different for individuals with autism. link.There is other research that shows that changes in gut bacteria can have long term impacts. However carrying out research on humans is notoriously difficult and medical researchers always seem to ignore the first rule of statistics: Correlation does NOT necessarily mean causation. Bottom line (no pun intended) I would be more inclined (on the basis of safety) to favour a healthy ‘poo transfusion’ than use of a fringe drug.
Ed, thank you for that, it raises more questions but it does answer a couple for our family.
Our son, whose 18 yo is Dyslexic, was also a sufferer, though not as deeply as his son. However, he was educated in the ’80’s and was taught by someone who actually told my wife that “..he will never amount to anything.” She actually said that! She was very lucky I was not there to hear it. We met this stupid, incompetent ‘teacher’ in a supermarket a few years later and I took great delight in telling her that the lad had in fact just passed City & Guilds Electrical with 2 Distinctions and a Merit. That happened after we taught him ourselves how to read and to write by using block capitals, after which he began to write in clear. His son, our gson, has an eidetic memory and astonishing mental arithmatic powers, but cannot write down how he works it out, because his brain processes the calculations so quickly and he finds writing hard anyway: but can use a keyboard at amazing speed, his fingers are a blur. His sister regularly asks him to check her wage slip and work out if it’s correct. Having grown up asking him Maths stuff and always getting correct answers, she does not check his responses.
The Gut bacteria factor sounds more than possible, considering the amount of junk kids eat today. Even ours are wont to ingest any old carp, nothing seems to sway them. With the exception of our youngest, who for the moment is listening to parents and grandparents and eats only that which pronounced “OK”. But I honestly believe that the young are different: I know every generation says that, but the ones I know, seem different in different ways, if you understand me. I now know a lot of young people: some from the days when I was reading to Primary school children, some from mates of my grandbrats. I was with a mate in Louth the other day when a few young people hailed me from across the road. My mate was gobsmacked, but I just love the fact that they feel they can talk to me. And they have some intelligent opinions, even though I have to ask them to slow down their speech. Which I also believe is evolving.
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