I’ll chip into that pot.
I just checked with Chrome, Firefox and IE on Windows, and had no trouble copying images from an image search (either the small thumbnail image, or the larger one that appears when you select a particular one). I just right-click on the image, and the menu has the usual image options: Open Image in New Tab, Save Image, Copy Image, Copy Image Address, Search Google for Image.
Maybe you’re using some other browser (like a mobile one) that’s not playing nicely with Google? Or you have some extension or malware installed that’s breaking stuff?
BTW, this same technique works just fine for getting the link to a photo in Google Photos (as long as you’re viewing an individual photo), if you can’t use the Get Link button under the Sharing menu for some reason.
In any case, if Google’s trying to restrict people from copying images, they’re not doing a very thorough job.
Just when I think the cats have calmed down, shit happens. A little bird came in the French doors when I had them opened for a bit. Holy crap, the race was on. Cats flying allover the kitchen, knocking crap over. Dogs barking. I got the doors shut and finally got the cats in their carrier. Then I reopened the doors and went looking for the bird. I was about to give up and decide It was dead somewhere in the house, and looked up and it was perched on the top of the door. I shooed it out and shut the doors.
1st. Why do I have 2 sets of French doors? I can’t open them unless I want some stupid shit to happen, usually animals escaping not birds coming in.
2nd. Why do I have such evil cats who want to murder all small animals?
3rd. Why do I try so hard? I am wore out from the chase.
I need a vacation.
I don’t WANT to save images. I want to copy them and paste them into online posts.
Me three.
Google has apparently been asked this before and their only answer (that I see) is to add -site:pinterest.com before your search terms.
It’s working fine for me in Safari, too - right click on image, select “Copy Image Address,” paste in Facebook post (for example), and viola! Done. It sounds like you have something on your end that is interfering with this process.
In other image posting news, do we still have to upload pictures to a site like Imgur to post them here? That’s still a big ol’ pain in my butt.
Yes, they still need to be on a linkable site. And why are we playing music?
Dante, Cat Whisperer, and Morgyn, this was for news, but in theory this should work for images as well:
- Go to news.google.com. You might be asked to sign in.
- At the top right, click Settings (Gear icon) and then Sources.
- Under “Blocked,” list publications you don’t want to see any news from.
I got up an hour early this morning to take a bus I usually don’t take (but on a very familiar route) to my dentist’s office, near my workplace.
It got in 25 minutes after scheduled arrival. I didn’t even consider taking an even earlier bus because the bus I usually take on this route doesn’t usually have such difficulties. I had to reschedule, and since I called in my bus issues five minutes before my appointment, I may very well have to pay a $75 fee for causing the dentist to have an empty slot. And I got up an hour early for nothing.
I’m not sure who and what to be most frustrated and annoyed at.
Oh bloody fucking hell. First during the long weekend (Victoria day) my poor Velociraptor was ill. Like seriously ill. Ill enough that a growing teenager ate about 1/3 of one plate of any meal and didn’t complain when I sent him to bed with no screens to sleep. It looked like a cold starting the week before but he got worse and I thought if he had it I’d just take him to the docs after the weekend but I ended up taking him in to urgent care only to find out that somehow he got PNEUMONIA and was seriously dehydrated. He’s been drugged to the gills since but is feeling MUCH better.
Well today I went to help a friend move. Her roommate attacked her, and given it was a she said/she said thing nothing came of it with the police but she was advised to move. Well we moved her stuff out after a bunch of drama and finally getting the landlord to let her in to get her stuff and went to the new place to move her stuff in.
Well I managed to fall down about 6 stairs while carrying a heavy bin, so now I’m sitting in the hospital with a 3+ hour wait on the clock and an ankle that’s swollen and hurting, a base of my thumb that’s slightly swollen and throbbing and a shoulderblade that I can tell is bruised.
I suppose I could have gone home and taken something for pain and gone to urgent care in the morning instead of the hospital but fuck, this hurts. I don’t think anything is broken but I would not be surprised if I fractured something in my ankle. Guess we shall find out sometime early in the morning. I was laying on the floor, then the bed feeling like I was doing fucking Lamaze breathing to get through the pain. It was seriously as bad as labour before I got the good drugs and now it just throbs while I sit here but it really fucking hurts if I try to put any weight on it.
Fuck fuck fuck.
-deep breathes-
Flatlined, glad you were there to help your hubby! That’s a scary thing.
When it rains it pours. Hope you get through all this stuff with no breaks or crutches.
No smoking at Outdoor Concerts. (I think it’s an actual rule, just underenforced-- I live in one of the states where one of the biggest threats to the health of the elderly is long term smoking).
If you must smoke at outdoor concerts, please choose something less stinky. (Yesterday’s thing was pretty stinky).
But PLEASE DO NOT SMOKE when it is so windy there’s not really a place that is reliably NOT downwind.
My city has a fabulous supply of free music in the summer, and I went to one such concert yesterday. Concert was good, I felt mildly bad for the performers, who had a few rounds of “chase the music” because of wind. But there was one jerk with a cigar (I think) who made life stinky for the rest of us.
It’s been raining for four days. The roads are beginning to flood. The mountains are starting to crumble. What’s more important, the road in front of my house is beginning to flood and I have to leave for work in half an hour.
I’m seriously debating calling in because it’s going to keep raining all day and I’m afraid if I leave I won’t be able to come back. I have half an hour to decide.
We live in a semi-detached home. The smell of our neighbour’s cooking has completely permeated our house. I lost my sense of smell from a head injury, but my wife is on the verge of burning both our places down. We’re seriously considering moving to get away from it, but in this market it means taking on more mortgage debt, which means changing retirement plans. To add insult to injury, they are the noisiest fuckers you’ve ever heard. Two adults, four kids, and no bedtimes.
I got a migraine yesterday. It started as what I thought was a stress headache from not getting enough sleep. By the time I got home from work, I could barely stay upright long enough to shove ibuprofen in my face and collapse on my bed. I fell asleep at 7 pm or so and slept off an on until 5:30 this morning.
And now I’m nauseated, I feel all cloudy-headed and have a slight twinge of a headache. This flipping sucks.
Pack a couple days clothing, meds, whatever and go. Then if you can’t get back into your home you are prepared to stay elsewhere til the flooding resolves
Well it’s not broken, I tore something in there and sprained it good. They didn’t xray my hand as that wasn’t as bad, but if it goes too long I’ll go to my doctor. No crutches, no wrapping, just ice and raised and Tylenol and walking as normal as possible.
So I’m home from work today, was so late at the ER no point in going in but I have lots to do so back to work tomorrow. At least it’s a desk job. The stairs will be fun I think, I will need to organize my work bag into a backpack I think. Driving is going to be fun though…
So today I was going to pay off the mortgage on the condo. ( Think Oh-Hell-No) Do the Goat felchers make it easy? It has been automatically withdrawn since Bush the elder was living in DC. So I sign up for the web site. There is much email dancing. Things get stable, and when the smoke clears, they have no way to transfer funds to close the account. Even the backwoods Credit Union and banks I deal with here could do that with their eyes closed, and both hands tied behind their backs.
So they are going to get a check, just because I can’t be bothered to show up at the nearest branch location with a 5 gallon jug of Susan B. Anthony’s
4th. Why don’t you have a videographer on hand 24/7 to document these hijinks? That sounded like it would have been hilarious to watch.