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The majority of the time, I don't.

I selected "not to the point that it matters," but I will add this: when we first got home for Christmas, we would laugh whenever the Microsoft-employee cousins would suggest Bing. By New Year's, we weren't laughing anymore.

I'm not saying I, a certified fat person, have fiddled with ALL the available food log apps, but of the way-too-many I have fiddled with, Lose It is my favorite by a long shot.

Whatever I got for free. I'm using three at the moment—the shopping lists and menu planning are in a dreadful Engrish notebook I received as a gift; box inventories from our recent* move are in an elephant-dung-paper notebook I received as a gift; and the one I'm carrying around with me was a giveaway at PAX.

The super upper tippity-tip-top layer of the organization demands IE, so officially, that's what we use. But in reality, everyone uses Firefox...except for the pages created by/for the tippity-tip-top crowd, many of which only work in IE.

I get 30 days, but the husband gets...geez...five? Something like that. So I can't really get anywhere near taking all of mine.

I use jeeptripcast.com to let the in-laws (and only the in-laws) know where we are on long drives. Beyond that, it's very, very rare that I mention my location online. Whose business is it?

Nothing. I work around musicians, and any block of silence I can get, I'll gladly take. I'm thinking of posting a sign near my desk that says "your humming is irritating to everyone but you."

I have a pretty weird job—I recently counted it up for a journal article, and there are nine people in the country doing what I do. As a result, I know the other eight pretty darn well, so even though we're not exactly leaning over each other's cubicles, we know who to call or email when we get stuck or frustrated.

My dad believed that any leftovers + egg = omelet. He has yet to be proved wrong. (General Tso's omelet? Oh, yes.)

One organization I deal with is very conscientious about having the least-busy person answer the phone. Unless there's a darn good reason I need to talk to a specific person there, I'll use the phone simply to keep balance.

The first time I rode in my now-husband's beat up old Honda, it was an icy February, and a broken knob on the dashboard meant our choices were full blast hot air (loud enough to disrupt conversation) or nothing.

How 'bout I keep the iPhone and shrink myself?

I tried it. It eXtremely did not work. I will be cleaning this waffle iron for the rest of my natural life.

When experimenting, use light-colored juices and flavors. Explosive ginger beer is better than explosive raspberry soda, says the voice of experience.

Shaking a mason jar of heavy cream is how I spent every Thanksgiving as a kid. Kept me busy, kept me out of the way, and made me feel useful.

Searching for the organization I work for, the difference in results was interesting. Old Google listed our old (pre-2003) URL, then the vacancy page, then the alumni association. Caffeine listed our new URL, then one specific vacancy, then one more specific vacancy, then the alumni association. (They diverged

When it's the first email of a series, sure. The first email (from work) gets my full name, position, company info, etc. But from then on, I treat the interaction like a phone call: you say something, and then I say something, and so on. Do you really demand my whole .sig when the content of the message is "no?"

The Japanese video reminds me of "Think of the Time I Save" from Pajama Game. Unfortunately all the YouTube examples are high school productions, but sample lyrics would be...

I once made a big impression by extending my left hand—a GOOD impression, because the person I was meeting had his right arm in a sling.