Some people – a lot of people, actually – get spyware and because it causes all kinds of problems, they assume their machine is toast. Might as well sell it for ten bucks at a yard sale. Someone with a little know-how buys it, runs SuperAntiSpyware, or whatever, and bam! A sweet machine for the price of a ... I dunno,…

Ahhh. Jedidiah. Gotcha.

I get the Vorhees reference, but who's Sawyer?

With the ardor of an ant on crack. I'm in the 'it's all psychological' camp. Up here in the frozen tundra of Maine, you've got to literally wash winter out of your house. It doesn't go quietly. Sometimes you have to clean with fire. I fear I've said too much.

I'm totally guilty of this. I have my Word files backed up to Dropbox (used to be SugarSync) and my photos backed up to Picasa (blech!) If I lost my hard drive tonight, I'd be mostly okay, but when I really think about it, there's a lot of stuff I'm overlooking, big and small, that I'd be bummed to lose. I'd probably…

HA! I snorted.

Bingo. Same here. Sometimes I can work on the same scenario for months. If I'm sleeping well, I never get out of the first scene. If I'm sleeping like crap, I'll have a full length mental movie by the end of the night.

That's the trick Henri Charriere (Papillon) used to sleep during his long prison stretches. I remember reading that and trying it myself. You're right, it does work, although occasionally I'll wake myself up gasping for air. That and the undeniable urge to dig a tunnel beneath my bedroom wall.

I met a girl in a tattoo parlor on Venice Beach once who had never seen snow. She was maybe 16 years old and the whole concept of winter seemed strange and exciting to her. If I could have produced a hard, icy snowball out of the thin air, I would've thrown it at her.

I've been going to LA for a couple weeks each winter. Frankly, I don't know how I summon the strength to come back to Maine each time. In California, I spend my entire time in shorts and sandals. Once, I flew back home thusly attired and landed in Maine the day after a blizzard. Had to scrape my car and shovel it out…

I may give Bee another look simply because I get bored using the same program over and over.

You want it from an accomplished lawyer? Take a gander at the following video titled "Don't Talk to Police."

Gosh, doesn't anybody use FM radio anymore? All you have to do is call the station and they'll play your requested song eventually.

Here, here. For me, Evernote is the ultimate life changer. I honestly don't recall how I got along without it. What, did I keep 1,100 physical notebooks kicking around? Evernote manages so many areas of my life, if it ever goes away, I probably won't dare to leave the house.

Hey, I'm fully aware of the fact that I suck. Thanks for the reminder, though.

I'd just end up spending important state secrets on Asteroids.

It's all done on Craigslist these days.

Love Zen Habits.

Yep. I didn't think Pixlr was going to get a single nod here.

My wife is a graphic designer and she does this. Always like 30 tabs up there. You may be onto something.