Because my free trial is about to run out, I'm trying out musescore. Which does not have the ability to manually adjust the vertical spacing between staves. They are really proud of the fact that you have neat global settings that will do everything for you, hooray! Except sometimes you need to cram one more system onto a page and can do it because there is just less in that system.
Musescore also takes you into note entry when you try to double click on something, so you'll accidentally enter notes when you're trying to tweak something.
Why are all these software so terrible?! Musescore is on version 4 now! "Can manually adjust layout" is one of those things that people want basically from the get-go. I have more fine-grained vertical layout control in Noteworthy Composer, and that is possibly the worst system one could possibly use for it. But it's there, in software that is about 2 MB and 8 years old.
Musescore has some of the worst forums, though. Basically every time I find something I feel I really want but don't have, the same asshole is in every single thread, across multiple years, telling people the system is so perfect that they can't possibly seriously want the thing that 7 years of people have been begging for.
(From Mostly Harmless)
While the systems were being installed, a number of people who were going to work in the buildings found themselves having conversations with Breathe-‐o-‐Smart systems fitters which went something like this:
"But what if we want to have the windows open?"
"You won't want to have the windows open with new Breathe-‐o-‐
Smart."
"Yes but supposing we just wanted to have them open for a little
bit?"
"You won't want to have them open even for a little bit. The new
Breathe-‐o-‐Smart system will see to that."
"Hmmm."
"Enjoy Breathe-‐o-‐Smart!"
"OK, so what if the Breathe-‐o-‐Smart breaks down or goes wrong or something?"
"Ah! One of the smartest features of the Breathe-‐o-‐Smart is that it cannot possibly go wrong. So. No worries on that score. Enjoy your breathing now, and have a nice day."
I'll repeat what I've said about Noteworthy Composer: it's deeply, cripplingly limited in what it can do. But it's very honest that the reason it can't do it is because nobody (i.e., the one dude who made it on his own time) programmed it to do it.
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N122.4m Returned By NWC Members Was ‘Housing Allowance’ – PDP
N122.4m Returned By NWC Members Was ‘Housing Allowance’ – PDP
The Peoples Democratic Party (PDP) has refuted allegations of bribery over N122.4m returned by some members of the party’s national working committee, saying the funds were housing allowance.
In a statement on Friday, the National Publicity Secretary of the PDP, Debo Ologunagba, described reports about the money in some sections of the media as “unfounded”.
“The NWC has noted that this…
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NWC 7: Finally! An Atlantic!
Written By NorthBritishAtlantic
1929
An engine coasted down the Cumbrian Coast Line along the West Coast of England. He seemed to move majestically, his motion hardly making any sound. Like a phantom in the mid morning sun.
As he passed through smaller stations with names such as “Parton”, “St Bees” & “Seascale”, he noticed people on the platform & even some engines looking on at him in awe & surprise.
For you see. This engine was very far from home. For he was a North British Atlantic.
And he had said goodbye to Scotland, for a new life on a small Island, which many people said was in the middle of Nowhere.
Soon, he arrived at a large looking station. Its overall roof covering its platforms. He saw a sign which read “BARROW CENTRAL”, in big bold letters. He pulled up to the platform & his crew got out of his cab.
“We’ll be back in a few minutes Sam.” His driver said.
“Don’t wander off now!” His fireman added, before the driver slapped his arm. Which made Sam chuckle.
The two humans left their Atlantic with his thoughts. He looked around his surroundings. It was a quiet Sunday morning, and there weren't any trains due for an hour or two. So he had the station all to himself.
Or so he thought.
“HEY!” A voice called from behind, causing the Atlantic to jump. “What you doing in my platform?”, “Sitting there like Lord Mutt.” “I’ve got a station to run ya know?!”
Sam looked to his right. Sitting on the track next to him, was a tank engine. Her black paint was bright but dirty. And the letters “LMS'' were in big bold yellow lettering on her sidetanks.
“Well?” She said, eyeing up the larger engine. “Do you say anything?”, “Or do you just sit around & look like an idiot?”
“That’s enough Poppet.” An older voice called. “Leave Him be, even if he is sitting on the mainline taking up space.”
Sam looked over to his left. He saw an older looking engine sitting inside a glass box next to the platform. He had 4 small wheels, a tall thin funnel, and most notably, he had a large round copper firebox.
“The name’s Sam.” The Atlantic spoke, “And you two are?”
“I’m Coppernob”, the old engine said, “And the tank engine next to you is Poppet.”
“What’s an LNER engine doing all the way down here?” asked Poppet, raising an eyebrow at Sam.
“Heading to Sodor”, Sam replied, “NWR needs an engine for local passenger work. So I’m going there to stay.”
“Why you staying?”, Asked Poppet curiously. “Wouldn’t your frien-”
“If I stay I'll end up scrapped.” replied Sam bluntly, cutting Poppet off mind sentence. “My class is on the way out, it's only a matter of time before I’m withdrawn.”
“Don’t worry about it mate.” Poppet said, understandingly. “I’m on borrowed time myself.” “Most of the older Furness engines are being withdrawn as of late.”
“But you at least still have work.” Said Coppernob, “A hard working engine is a useful one.”
Sam sighed. Thank you Coppernob, he smiled slightly.
Poppet chuckled. "Just call him Nobby!" "Everyone else does!"
Coppernob rolled his eyes. Poppet just laughed, and Sam smirked.
“Alright then! Nobby it is!” Sam chuckled.
“So Sam.” Coppernob asked, making the other two stop chuckling. His facial expression was blank. “Have you travelled far?”
“Aye, a wee bit.” Sam said, his gaze returning to the older engine. “Perth, you heard of it?”
“Perth?” Poppet said, raising an eyebrow. “Isn’t that a part of Glasgow?”
The look that Sam threw at Poppet made her shut up instantly & made Coppernob burst out laughing.
The three engines would continue to talk for about 15 more minutes. Nobby & Poppet were telling Sam about one of the old FR’s busiest & most interesting tourist days back in the spring of 1919.
Just as Coppernob was telling Sam about his rather, as he put it, “interesting” experience with a young fireman. Sam’s crew arrived back & came up to see him.”
“Awwww Sam!” His Driver chuckled, putting her jacket back on. “Looks like you made some friends already!”
“Yeah, good on you lad.” His fireman added, trying to hide the obvious lipstick marks on his neck.
“Well come on then!” His driver said, climbing into his cab. “Sodor awaits us!”
“Well goodbye you two.” Said Sam, “I’ll try & visit as much as i can.” “If this all works out that is!” He added chuckling.
“Bye Sam!” “See you around!” Poppet called as Sam drove off.
Sam blew his whistle loudly in goodbye. It echoed around the yard, and startled some of the engines in the shed! He picked up some speed, as he chuffed over the bridge to await his new life.
On the isle of Nowhere.
30 Minutes later
“FINALLY!” a stout gentleman nearly yelled from the platform. “FINALLY I GOT AN ATLANTIC!”
Special thanks to @mean-scarlet-deceiver for letting me use Nobby & Poppet for this story.
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