Wednesday, July 28, 2010
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Just when you think most customers have mastered the use of Print Preview in Internet Explorer, someone comes roaring up to the desk outraged that "The Computer" printed out a bunch of mostly blank sheets of paper.
Many will let you calmly show them how to use Print Preview to get an idea of what their printed pages would be, and then select only the pages they want.
Some people just aren't willing to even think that the "Evil Computer" or better yet the library staff, those wily "I've got my hand in your coin pocket" types aren't out to get them. They won't listen and they argue and argue. Ouch.
Select Print Preview
Use the arrows on the preview page to see how many pages there are and what is on them.
When you know what you want, click on the Print icon on the upper left corner of the Print Preview page.
When the Print Dialogue box comes up note Page Range.
All is selected by default.
Click in the "Pages" radio button and type in the range of pages you want to print out. Say your web page had three pages but only pages 1 and 2 have information on them. Page three is just the web site address or some small bit of useless text.
In the Pages box, type 1-2. Page three will not be printed and you've saved money and you get a gold crown for not yelling at the librarian.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Via Rosemary Honnold on Facebook. I couldn't resist this. My favorite post here is my Dear Ray Bradbury entry. Almost certainly they picked his name out of the post and voila! Still, if I could write at all, he would be the one I would emulate.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Monday, July 12, 2010
When I pick up a book to see if I'd like to read it, I read the flyleaf/jacket information and the first few lines to see if I like the author's style and if the story grabs me. First lines are so important. Fascinating, too, taken out of the context of the rest of the tale. These new books came across my desk today. Here are the first couple of lines of each. Which grab you right away?
If the Cardinal pinched the cheeks of his arse, the walls of the city bruised. They were that close, Siamese twins, joined by a wretched, twisted soul.
Darren Shan The City Book One: Procession of the Dead
“If I see one more ESTATE FOR SALE sign planted on our street, I swear I’ll develop hysterical blindness!” Polly Pepper complained from the back seat of her Rolls Royce.
As her son, Tim maneuvered the family car up serpentine Stone Canyon Road to Pepper Plantation, their fabled home in the ritzy hills of Bel Air, California, Polly continued her rant.
R.T. Jordan Set sail for murder: a Polly Pepper Mystery
For all it was just gone noon by the barkeep’s (carefully hidden) watch, the Bird-in-Hand dance-groggery was nevertheless crammed full with people either drunk from the night before, or continually drunk for the last few days, and counting. One of these, a huge fool in miner’s clothes, had spent the last ten minutes staring fixedly at Chess Pargeter, who stood sipping a shot of absinthe at the bar--a slim and neat-made man dressed in purple, head barely level with the miner’s breastbone, whose narrow red brow shaded to gold over a pair of eyes the same green as the wormwood and sugar concoction he held.
Gemma Files Volume One of the Hexslinger series: A Book of Tongues
Chloe Turner stared down into the black, roiling water, squinting her eyes against the cool spray. The wind ate into her skin.
Victoria Dahl Crazy for love
I first noticed the man I will call Benjamin in the bar of the Independence Hotel in Ndala. He sat alone, drinking orange soda, no ice.
Charles McCarry The End of the String from the anthology Agents of Treachery: never before published spy fiction from today’s most exciting writers
When the lights went out Darren Wylde was at Junction 47. It was the last thing he saw--the big stencil-painted numbers--before the shadows rushed out of the corners.
Jim Kelly Death watch: a mystery
“Morgan, did you say your name is? Funny things, names.” The depot agent, an individual so slow I thought I might have to draw a line on the floor to see him move, was gradually commencing to hunt through the baggage room for my trunk, shipped ahead.
Ivan Doig Work Song
If this is the chance I’ve been waiting for, then why does it feel like I’m in over my head? I mean, like I’m five feet tall in seven feet of water and haven’t the foggiest idea how to swim.
Tracey Batemen Book three in the Drama Queens series: That’s (not exactly )Amore
Terry banged on the wheel of the Rent-A-Wreck Chrysler Imperial. “Nuts!” she yelled.
Jennifer Colt A McAfee Twins Novel: The Hellraiser of Hollywood