This post is scheduled to be published in the future.
It should not be displayed by the theme.
This post is scheduled to be published in the future.
It should not be displayed by the theme.
Audax, Ditalcus and Minurus were the supposed assassins of theLusitanian leader Viriathus.
In 139 BC, after a long war against the Romans, Viriathus was killed in his sleep by Audax (Latin meaning audacious), Ditalcus and Minurus (Latin meaning diminish), who had been sent as emissaries to the Romans and had been bribed by Marcus Popillius Lenas. The Roman general Servilius Cipianus had them executed, declaring “Rome does not pay traitors”. According toAppian, Servilius Cipianus had paid them and sent them to Rome to collect the rest of the promised payment.
Diodorus says the third killer (Minurus) is called Nicorontes, while Appian calls him Minouros. Another account by Sextus Aurelius Victor says that Caepio paid two royal guards (“satellites”) to kill Viriathus.
by Wikipedia
Audax Minor (1887 – October 8, 1979), the pen name of George F. T. Ryall, was a Canadian writer who worked as the horse racing columnist for The New Yorker for 52 years.
Born in Toronto, Ryall was sent to England to be educated in 1900. In England, he began working as a general reporter for the newspaper London Exchange-Telegraph and began writing racing reports from England for New York World.
Ryall afterwards went to New York City, and his first column for The New Yorker was published on July 10, 1926. The New Yorker had been launched on February 21, 1925. Ryall chose a pen namebecause at the time he was still writing for New York World;he used this name in honor of Audax, the nom de plume of British racing journalist Arthur Fitzhardinge Berkeley Portman. (Ryall’s full name was George Francis Trafford Ryall. His son, a horse-racing photographer, and grandson, an art photographer, both received the same name, designated as generations II and III.)
He was the writer of longest record in the history of the magazine, and his column, “The Race Track,” ran from 1926 to 1978. He wrote on various aspects of horse racing, from starting barriers to horse training, from the Saratoga Special Stakes to the names given horses. “Being one of those peevish fellows who believe that every horse deserves a good name (and you’ll find that, on the whole, the better racers are well named),” Ryall wrote in 1960, “I’m sorry to say this year’s crop of two-year-olds has fared pretty badly… Ambiopoise… Nassue… Rulamyth…”
He also wrote for PM, The Blood-Horse, Town & Country, The Sportsman, Polo, and Country Life.[1]Ryall won the Walter Haight Award in 1972.
Ryall also wrote on automobiles, polo and men’s fashions.
He died at Columbia, Maryland. His obituary in Time magazine described him as a “jaunty, tweedy Canadian.”
by: Wikipedia
In vitae magna dui? Maecenas tellus lacus, eleifend vitae rhoncus vitae, tincidunt tempus eros. Aliquam fringilla dapibus facilisis. Proin dapibus massa vel ante dapibus non pellentesque neque tristique. Cras lobortis turpis in orci euismod vel ullamcorper sem ultrices. Pellentesque quis orci mi, in faucibus odio. Curabitur feugiat nulla quis augue lobortis a tempus risus dictum. Vivamus non volutpat libero. Praesent in diam a eros congue pellentesque. Maecenas ac mauris non lectus venenatis suscipit. Proin augue libero, condimentum ac suscipit commodo, tincidunt a metus. Sed dignissim tristique condimentum. Continue reading “Phasellus Sit Amet Libero Sed”
Martin: What’s with all the strange looking words on some of these posts and pages?
Julius: It’s Latin.
Martin: Ah. Do you read Latin?
Julius: Not a word.
Martin: That’s pretty weird then, isn’t it?
Julius: Nope, it’s just there as filler text.
Martin: Like breadcrumbs in meatloaf.
Julius: Sort of, I guess. 🙂
The chariots themselves were large, commodious, and gorgeously decorated. In each was seated a female Martian loaded with ornaments of metal, with jewels and silks and furs, and upon the back of each of the beasts which drew the chariots was perched a young Martian driver. Like the animals upon which the warriors were mounted, the heavier draft animals wore neither bit nor bridle, but were guided entirely by telepathic means.
This power is wonderfully developed in all Martians, and accounts largely for the simplicity of their language and the relatively few spoken words exchanged even in long conversations. It is the universal language of Mars, through the medium of which the higher and lower animals of this world of paradoxes are able to communicate to a greater or less extent, depending upon the intellectual sphere of the species and the development of the individual.
As the cavalcade took up the line of march in single file, Sola dragged me into an empty chariot and we proceeded with the procession toward the point by which I had entered the city the day before. At the head of the caravan rode some two hundred warriors, five abreast, and a like number brought up the rear, while twenty-five or thirty outriders flanked us on either side.
Every one but myself—men, women, and children—were heavily armed, and at the tail of each chariot trotted a Martian hound, my own beast following closely behind ours; in fact, the faithful creature never left me voluntarily during the entire ten years I spent on Mars. Our way led out across the little valley before the city, through the hills, and down into the dead sea bottom which I had traversed on my journey from the incubator to the plaza. The incubator, as it proved, was the terminal point of our journey this day, and, as the entire cavalcade broke into a mad gallop as soon as we reached the level expanse of sea bottom, we were soon within sight of our goal.
Overhanging quote is easy! You just need to set it align to the center. Sola dragged me into an empty chariot and we proceeded with the procession toward the point by which I had entered the city the day before.
On reaching it the chariots were parked with military precision on the four sides of the enclosure, and half a score of warriors, headed by the enormous chieftain, and including Tars Tarkas and several other lesser chiefs, dismounted and advanced toward it. I could see Tars Tarkas explaining something to the principal chieftain, whose name, by the way, was, as nearly as I can translate it into English, Lorquas Ptomel, Jed; jed being his title.
I was soon appraised of the subject of their conversation, as, calling to Sola, Tars Tarkas signed for her to send me to him. I had by this time mastered the intricacies of walking under Martian conditions, and quickly responding to his command I advanced to the side of the incubator where the warriors stood.
As I reached their side a glance showed me that all but a very few eggs had hatched, the incubator being fairly alive with the hideous little devils. They ranged in height from three to four feet, and were moving restlessly about the enclosure as though searching for food.
As I came to a halt before him, Tars Tarkas pointed over the incubator and said, “Sak.” I saw that he wanted me to repeat my performance of yesterday for the edification of Lorquas Ptomel, and, as I must confess that my prowess gave me no little satisfaction, I responded quickly, leaping entirely over the parked chariots on the far side of the incubator.
As I returned, Lorquas Ptomel grunted something at me, and turning to his warriors gave a few words of command relative to the incubator. They paid no further attention to me and I was thus permitted to remain close and watch their operations, which consisted in breaking an opening in the wall of the incubator large enough to permit of the exit of the young Martians.
Making a pull quote is easy! You just need to set it align to the left. It floats into left margin.
On either side of this opening the women and the younger Martians, both male and female, formed two solid walls leading out through the chariots and quite away into the plain beyond. Between these walls the little Martians scampered, wild as deer; being permitted to run the full length of the aisle, where they were captured one at a time by the women and older children; the last in the line capturing the first little one to reach the end of the gauntlet, her opposite in the line capturing the second, and so on until all the little fellows had left the enclosure and been appropriated by some youth or female. As the women caught the young they fell out of line and returned to their respective chariots, while those who fell into the hands of the young men were later turned over to some of the women.
I saw that the ceremony, if it could be dignified by such a name, was over, and seeking out Sola I found her in our chariot with a hideous little creature held tightly in her arms. Suddenly an idea occurred to me, and acting on my knowledge of the construction of the buildings of these ancient Martian cities with a hollow court within the center of each square, I groped my way blindly through the dark chambers, calling the great thoats after me. They had difficulty in negotiating some of the doorways, but as the buildings fronting the city’s principal exposures were all designed upon a magnificent scale, they were able to wriggle through without sticking fast; and thus we finally made the inner court where I found, as I had expected, the usual carpet of moss-like vegetation which would prove their food and drink until I could return them to their own enclosure. That they would be as quiet and contented here as elsewhere I was confident, nor was there but the remotest possibility that they would be discovered, as the green men had no great desire to enter these outlying buildings, which were frequented by the only thing, I believe, which caused them the sensation of fear—the great white apes of Barsoom.
Making a pull quote is easy! You just need to set it align to the right. It floats into right margin.
Removing the saddle trappings, I hid them just within the rear doorway of the building through which we had entered the court, and, turning the beasts loose, quickly made my way across the court to the rear of the buildings upon the further side, and thence to the avenue beyond. Waiting in the doorway of the building until I was assured that no one was approaching, I hurried across to the opposite side and through the first doorway to the court beyond; thus, crossing through court after court with only the slight chance of detection which the necessary crossing of the avenues entailed, I made my way in safety to the courtyard in the rear of Dejah Thoris’ quarters.
Here, of course, I found the beasts of the warriors who quartered in the adjacent buildings, and the warriors themselves I might expect to meet within if I entered; but, fortunately for me, I had another and safer method of reaching the upper story where Dejah Thoris should be found, and, after first determining as nearly as possible which of the buildings she occupied, for I had never observed them before from the court side, I took advantage of my relatively great strength and agility and sprang upward until I grasped the sill of a second-story window which I thought to be in the rear of her apartment. Drawing myself inside the room I moved stealthily toward the front of the building, and not until I had quite reached the doorway of her room was I made aware by voices that it was occupied.
Single line blockquote:
Stay hungry. Stay foolish.
Multi line blockquote with a cite reference:
People think focus means saying yes to the thing you’ve got to focus on. But that’s not what it means at all. It means saying no to the hundred other good ideas that there are. You have to pick carefully. I’m actually as proud of the things we haven’t done as the things I have done. Innovation is saying no to 1,000 things.
Steve Jobs – Apple Worldwide Developers’ Conference, 1997
Employee | Salary | |
---|---|---|
John Doe | $1 | Because that’s all Steve Jobs needed for a salary. |
Jane Doe | $100K | For all the blogging she does. |
Fred Bloggs | $100M | Pictures are worth a thousand words, right? So Jane x 1,000. |
Jane Bloggs | $100B | With hair like that?! Enough said… |
These supported tags come from the WordPress.com code FAQ.
Address Tag
1 Infinite LoopAnchor Tag (aka. Link)
This is an example of a link.
Abbreviation Tag
The abbreviation srsly stands for “seriously”.
Acronym Tag (deprecated in HTML5)
The acronym ftw stands for “for the win”.
Big Tag (deprecated in HTML5)
These tests are a big deal, but this tag is no longer supported in HTML5.
Cite Tag
“Code is poetry.” —Automattic
Code Tag
You will learn later on in these tests that word-wrap: break-word;
will be your best friend.
Delete Tag
This tag will let you strikeout text, but this tag is no longer supported in HTML5 (use the <strike>
instead).
Emphasize Tag
The emphasize tag should italicize text.
Insert Tag
This tag should denote inserted text.
Keyboard Tag
This scarcely known tag emulates keyboard text, which is usually styled like the <code>
tag.
Preformatted Tag
This tag styles large blocks of code.
.post-title { margin: 0 0 5px; font-weight: bold; font-size: 38px; line-height: 1.2; and here's a line of some really, really, really, really long text, just to see how the PRE tag handles it and to find out how it overflows; }
Quote Tag
Developers, developers, developers…
–Steve Ballmer
Strike Tag (deprecated in HTML5)
This tag shows strike-through text
Strong Tag
This tag shows bold text.
Subscript Tag
Getting our science styling on with H2O, which should push the “2” down.
Superscript Tag
Still sticking with science and Isaac Newton’s E = MC2, which should lift the 2 up.
Teletype Tag (deprecated in HTML5)
This rarely used tag emulates teletype text, which is usually styled like the <code>
tag.
Variable Tag
This allows you to denote variables.
Welcome to image alignment! The best way to demonstrate the ebb and flow of the various image positioning options is to nestle them snuggly among an ocean of words. Grab a paddle and let’s get started.
On the topic of alignment, it should be noted that users can choose from the options of None, Left, Right, and Center. In addition, they also get the options of Thumbnail, Medium, Large & Fullsize.
The image above happens to be centered.
The rest of this paragraph is filler for the sake of seeing the text wrap around the 150×150 image, which is left aligned.
As you can see the should be some space above, below, and to the right of the image. The text should not be creeping on the image. Creeping is just not right. Images need breathing room too. Let them speak like you words. Let them do their jobs without any hassle from the text. In about one more sentence here, we’ll see that the text moves from the right of the image down below the image in seamless transition. Again, letting the do it’s thang. Mission accomplished!
And now for a massively large image. It also has no alignment.
The image above, though 1200px wide, should not overflow the content area. It should remain contained with no visible disruption to the flow of content.
And now we’re going to shift things to the right align. Again, there should be plenty of room above, below, and to the left of the image. Just look at him there… Hey guy! Way to rock that right side. I don’t care what the left aligned image says, you look great. Don’t let anyone else tell you differently.
In just a bit here, you should see the text start to wrap below the right aligned image and settle in nicely. There should still be plenty of room and everything should be sitting pretty. Yeah… Just like that. It never felt so good to be right.
And just when you thought we were done, we’re going to do them all over again with captions!
The image above happens to be centered. The caption also has a link in it, just to see if it does anything funky.
The rest of this paragraph is filler for the sake of seeing the text wrap around the 150×150 image, which is left aligned.
As you can see the should be some space above, below, and to the right of the image. The text should not be creeping on the image. Creeping is just not right. Images need breathing room too. Let them speak like you words. Let them do their jobs without any hassle from the text. In about one more sentence here, we’ll see that the text moves from the right of the image down below the image in seamless transition. Again, letting the do it’s thang. Mission accomplished!
And now for a massively large image. It also has no alignment.
The image above, though 1200px wide, should not overflow the content area. It should remain contained with no visible disruption to the flow of content.
And now we’re going to shift things to the right align. Again, there should be plenty of room above, below, and to the left of the image. Just look at him there… Hey guy! Way to rock that right side. I don’t care what the left aligned image says, you look great. Don’t let anyone else tell you differently.
In just a bit here, you should see the text start to wrap below the right aligned image and settle in nicely. There should still be plenty of room and everything should be sitting pretty. Yeah… Just like that. It never felt so good to be right.
And that’s a wrap, yo! You survived the tumultuous waters of alignment. Image alignment achievement unlocked!
This is a paragraph. It should not have any alignment of any kind. It should just flow like you would normally expect. Nothing fancy. Just straight up text, free flowing, with love. Completely neutral and not picking a side or sitting on the fence. It just is. It just freaking is. It likes where it is. It does not feel compelled to pick a side. Leave him be. It will just be better that way. Trust me.
This is a paragraph. It is left aligned. Because of this, it is a bit more liberal in it’s views. It’s favorite color is green. Left align tends to be more eco-friendly, but it provides no concrete evidence that it really is. Even though it likes share the wealth evenly, it leaves the equal distribution up to justified alignment.
This is a paragraph. It is center aligned. Center is, but nature, a fence sitter. A flip flopper. It has a difficult time making up its mind. It wants to pick a side. Really, it does. It has the best intentions, but it tends to complicate matters more than help. The best you can do is try to win it over and hope for the best. I hear center align does take bribes.
This is a paragraph. It is right aligned. It is a bit more conservative in it’s views. It’s prefers to not be told what to do or how to do it. Right align totally owns a slew of guns and loves to head to the range for some practice. Which is cool and all. I mean, it’s a pretty good shot from at least four or five football fields away. Dead on. So boss.
This is a paragraph. It is justify aligned. It gets really mad when people associate it with Justin Timberlake. Typically, justified is pretty straight laced. It likes everything to be in it’s place and not all cattywampus like the rest of the aligns. I am not saying that makes it better than the rest of the aligns, but it does tend to put off more of an elitist attitude.
Putting special characters in the title should have no adverse effect on the layout or functionality.
Special characters in the post title have been known to cause issues with JavaScript when it is minified, especially in the admin when editing the post itself (ie. issues with metaboxes, media upload, etc.).
This is a test to see if the fonts used in this theme support basic Latin characters.
! | “ | # | $ | % | & | ‘ | ( | ) | * |
+ | , | – | . | / | 0 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 |
5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | : | ; | > | = | < |
? | @ | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H |
I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R |
S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z | [ | |
] | ^ | _ | ` | a | b | c | d | e | f |
g | h | i | j | k | l | m | n | o | p |
q | r | s | t | u | v | w | x | y | z |
{ | | | } | ~ |