Two things about today practically guaranteed a bad day for me: it was raining and my nails were long. Why are these two things a harbinger of annoyance? Because I hate the little everyday 'technology' that's involved in solving their problems. Boo hoo me, right?

Ah the sweet sweet mother's milk of mainlined Internet access. Who can deny what a terrific luxury it is to blast down the Infobahn while soaring through the clouds? I can! Remember what it was like to be unreachable? Here's my Harvey Dent moment: I do remember what it's like to be unreachable; it meant taking a redeye …

Seriously, I've used 'em all and nothing short of megabuck custom-install jobs ever works right all the time. You guys?

Regular readers may remember that, exactly one month ago, the hard drive in my (2008) MacBook crashed, leaving me computerless and confused as to how best to proceed.

This morning, I woke up to find my MacBook barely functioning, frozen, and plagued by a near-constant spinning rainbow of death. Long, painful story much shorter: my hard drive crashed and I can either have a new one installed, tomorrow at the earliest (I'm writing tonight from the completely empty office!), or I can…

There are a lot of lazy ways I'll avoid dealing with one gadget problem or another: I stream all my TV shows through my iPad, because I can't get around to setting up the 17" Sony that's been boxed up in my closet since I moved apartments last summer. When one lamp stops working—and I don't mean the bulb goes out, I…

We need to talk about my addiction to opening browser tabs. And leaving them open. Because maybe it's your addiction, too.

The TSA is quickly becoming America's most hated agency (you're welcome meter maids) and for damn good reason—stealing from veterans, hassling kids, hassling handicapped kids, and stealing from everybody else. They've become a greater threat than whatever they're supposed to be protecting us from.

Implements for human-robot relations already run the gamut from abstract Fleshlights to fully-articulated, Uncanny Valley-straddling love dolls. But is more realism always better?

So what if Google Translate knows over 60 languages? Who cares that I can change text from Urdu to Haitian Creole? Where are the languages I need—like Klingon, Orc, or Sindarin? I mean, come on, there's not even an option for English to Jive!