Not every adult has a need or desire to learn to swim. My dad’s a rancher in the middle of Colorado. Never learned how to swim, never cared to. Despite that, he’s managed to make it well into adulthood.

My wife itched. We had a stillbirth at 37 weeks. This is the first time I’ve ever heard that there may be a connection between these things. Her OB and all of the doctors in the hospital basically just just shrugged and told us that sometimes these things happen. I’m not saying my wife had ICP, but dammit it would…

I only saw a bit of one episode. The daughter wanted to try out for the football team and we got witty dialogue like this:

My dad actually credited that with helping me get to sleep when I was little. “Every time we went anywhere in the CJ-5 you fell asleep right away. Hmm, it did have a leaky exhaust and holes in the floor...”

ZWave Relay -> Wink -> Alexa did the trick for me, plus I can set a timer in Wink to make sure it’s shut off automatically at bedtime.

I’ve had walking pneumonia and the kind that lays you out in bed.

I don’t know about anybody else, but my friends and I still talk about Uwe Krupp putting away the Panthers in game 4 of the ‘96 Stanley Cup Finals. Sure it was a sweep, but it was still fantastic.

After CrashPlan changed their pricing structure, I dumped them. I ended up going with Amazon Cloud Drive for storage ($59.99 per year for unlimited data), and Arq for doing the backups. (I had a couple of licenses hanging around from various bundle deals.)

Isn’t this the basis behind Neil Young’s LincVolt? (http://www.lincvolt.com/)

Completely agree. Anything with a spring will eventually lose tension and cause problems. We’re facing complete house rewiring since all of our outlets and switches were installed using the “backstab” spring connectors and we dang near burned the house down when the one behind our bed failed.

However, I now wish I had taken a more thorough test drive. The front seat doesn't offer much thigh support, so it gets uncomfortable on long drives.

YES. I never would have figured out the right way to take everything apart if I hadn't watched somebody else do it first. I was amazed at the amount of junk that had accumulated. It wasn't a pretty process, since I had to scoop the bits out with my fingers but it's far better than paying for a repair call.

I guess heterochromia is more of a "thing" than I realized. I've aways had one blue and one brown eye. It was more of an annoyance growing up because usually when someone would notice, they'd follow up by telling me they used to have a dog with the same eyes. Now, I just never know what to put when filling out a form…