Although this is not necessarily this USB-C to SD Card Reader fault, there are problems (as of 4th Jan 2019), with reading the newish Canon RAW .CR3 files. I Although this is not necessarily this USB-C to SD Card Reader fault, there are problems (as of 4th Jan 2019), with reading the newish Canon RAW .CR3 files. I bought this cable to be able to store my Photos on my new iPad Pro 2018. ie). Copying my SD cards Photos taken with the new Canon EOS R Mirrorless camera. Unfortunately IOS PHOTOS crashes when doing the IMPORT. The cable / SD reader is no doubt fine, and I know it works for JPEG / .CR2 etc. but does have problems with certain files in the RAW .CR3 format, just some. SO it really depends on Apples PHOTOS IOS Application to be resilient and intelligent. Sorry only gave this cable 2 stars, but it needs PHOTOS to work. Just to add, I have been able to identify a specific .CR3 file that IOS Photos IMPORT objects to (don't know why), however it is quite readable on Photos High Sierra & Photos Mojave (via USB), Photoshop etc. So it only happens on IMPORT .. that's when you will use this cable. Just thought I would warn you. More(Read full review)
The questions floated around in my head for awhile, but it wasn't until last Sunday that I decided to act on them. Inspired by Houdini, I made up a basic pass/fail test that I could apply a few times to see if someone was actually in tune with all the truths in the universe: If I made up a dead sister and asked a bunch of psychics to connect with her, how many wouldn't be able to tell I was full of shit?
Back in the day so many people wanted psychic readings from me that I couldn’t keep up, so I created this space that offered telephone psychic readings and picked the psychics myself by testing all of them and now also getting regular customers to test them as well so they have about 4 tests before we unleash them onto you! That way, I could honestly tell people that, even though I couldn’t give them a reading myself, I could point them towards someone I genuinely thought was brilliant.
After about 15 minutes, our call was interrupted with a recording saying she had one minute left. Then a recording said she had added more time to her call. I had done some Web searching to see how much my potential callers were paying for my advice, and my best guess was that it was about $1.99 a minute. Cindy came back on, and we talked for 15 more minutes. For her $59.70 I told her that she had conceded all the power in the relationship to her boyfriend, and she had to find a way to make the decision whether they would marry more mutual. I realized that she wanted confidence from me—I remembered how much I disliked wishy-washy psychics.
I dug them out again this spring for a foray into a career as a phone psychic—the latest installment of “Human Guinea Pig,” a column in which I am supposed to explore intriguing corners of life, but in which, so far, I mostly humiliate myself. (Like here, for example.) Locating openings for my extrasensory services was easy. I went to an online job site and typed “psychic” into the search engine. I sent e-mails to the three companies listed, and two—I’ll call them ESP Net and Chakra Con—sent me back contracts to fill out.