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…
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.
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!
So I find this clip of the Ellen Degeneres show. Some dude in the audience gets down on a knee, pops the question to his girlfriend, and she says no. He's f*cking crushed and, I figure, will need a drink or 17 before the evening is over. But, as any recently dumped individual knows, the worst thing you can do in this…
So some ass-hat has been on a mugging spree around Columbia University, holding up students for their iPhones—exclusively for their iPhones—and it got me thinking. I'd gladly hand over just about anything on me—my watch, laptop, wallet—everything but my phone. I mean, it's my access to my entire digital existence, I'm…
So I've been using a Lumia 800 for a few weeks now, and mostly I'm loving it. Two big problems though—both battery-related: 1) Once you get a bunch of live-updated, location-aware apps, the battery goes to shit.
I was looking at my cable bill today and becoming deeply angry at the fact that I have to subscribe to a suite of Cantonese channels in order to get The Cartoon Network. The hell? I don't even speak Cantonese.
I was watching Ghost in the Shell again today—for the umpteenth time—and got to thinking: If the technology existed in the future and I had the opportunity to do so, I'd totally abandon this meat sack that I exist in and upload my consciousness to the 'Net.
I'm no musician. Heck, I have a barely functional sense of rhythm and am the only person I know to have actually failed out of a high school band. But one question has always bugged me, maybe you can help:
You know the trick. When the game wouldn't load properly, you would take it out, blow in the open end to dislodge dust, grit, peanut butter, or what-have-you from the electrical contacts, then put it back in and hope that it worked (or repeated as necessary).