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* On 2005.04.26, in <20050426045250.K5801@xxxxx.xxxxxxx.xxx>, * "Ann Barcomb" <ann@xxxxxxxxx.xxx> wrote: > > My experience is that I cannot minimise Safari while it is in beachball > mode. It eventually minimises once it gets out of beachball mode; I > guess it queues minimising instead of treating it as an interrupt. That's also the fault of the application-controls-UI hatrocity. You can't minimize it because Safari is responsible for responding to the minimize event and minimizing itself. But you can open-apple-tab into Terminal, because the open-apple-tab goes straight into the WindowServer. (Hey, where did my closed-apple go? Not that I miss the bloody thing, but does this imply that the distinction was meaningless all along? Is that... *gasp* an admission of error?) > And the last time I tried to bring something else to the forefront > using the dock, Safari crashed. Petulance. > Of course, what I hate most about my mac is that I cannot opt for > mouse-focus. I despise click-focus and focus-to-forefront. Yes, but you're wrong. Hear Mr. Jobs. Mr. Jobs is wiser than you. Or me. Speaking of this hate, I've done the terminal FFM thing (though I found it while perusing the plist and changed it manually -- such gems you find that way). But it's still monstrously hateful. If some horrible, stupid application is running, like, say, Stuffit Expander or Bluetooth File Exchange -- one of those transient bastards that performs its task and closes its window, but remains running in the foreground with its own menubar -- and you press open-apple-q to quit it, what happens? The bastard application doesn't close, no, because Terminal has detected that your mouse is indicating its wish to focus on Terminal. So Terminal steals the event, despite the UI precedence of the bastard application, and Terminal quits instead. Lovely. The many foothills of hate along this wilderness road are deep and creviced. The bandits jump out at you without warning, and when they do, that's all she wrote. You're lying along a wildnerness road in deep and creviced foothills, wondering where the hell *that* came from. The blazing indifference of the sun rains down. Your breath evaporates before you exhale. -- -D. dgc@xxxxxxxx.xxx NSIT University of ChicagoThere's stuff above here
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