I've just realized that nothing I do on one hard drive running OS 9 should be able to affect an application running on the other one under OSX. Is this something to do with the master/slave relationship? I very much suspect that I've got them set up wrongly. As a matter of interest SOME of the little problems sorted themselves out; e.g. the second or third time I fired up Tiger, (I'm pretty sure it was after I'd installed the two upgrades to OS 9), the machine asked the keyboard to identify itself, and thereafter recognized it. I'm so happy there's nothing on television these days.
From my own experience, the only problems I've encountered using OS 9 on one disk and OSX on another is when I've used a folder and forgotten that it was an alias of a folder on the other disk.
More problematical, and a source of some real frustration, is when I've mistakenly opened a font in Suitcase, that was residing on the other disk. Should the disk fail, its a real pain when Suitcase keeps asking for a font that you know you've got somewhere.
I've noticed in blogs, that some people like to put a whole list of their kit along the bottom of their entry. So I thought I might do the same, but turn the clock back a few years.
Setting stick – Typescale – Intertype C3 – Funditor saw – Galleys – Stone – Heidelberg and Thompson plattens
Ah, hotmetal, that was real print. Any of that bring back memories for you Eric?
It certainly does, John; not that I was a compositor in those far-off days, but a Natty! But I well remember going through the Linotype room of the Daily Express on my way to the canteen when the lift wasn't working. This was on a Friday, Saturday, or Sunday night, when the machines weren't actually running, but they certainly had plenty of 'em. Several years on, the Intertype operators at Mega Printing would graciously allow me to run off galley proofs and read them,(lazy gits) when I'd temporarily run out of camera work. Many years after that, when I'd run out of jobs on the Rotaprint at a place down here, I was allowed to run a Heidelberg windmill printing and numbering Chinese restaurant menus, until, that is, something happened which it had never occurred to me was actually possible; some of the numbering boxes got out of step with the others! I didn't realize that I should have been watching for that, and I could tell that the guv'nor wasn't pleased even though he didn't say any harsh words. Still, half the job was OK.
Eric Jervis 