My Grandma uses the internet better than you. This means that I have to be careful what I write here, because Bubby, as we call her, undoubtedly will read this. (I’ll bet almost anything that my Mom or Dad sees this tonight on Facebook and emails her a link.)

A few weeks ago, my grandparents were over for the weekend. At lunch, Bubby told us the story of her printer, how it stopped printing, and what she did about it. This story is about how my grandma schooled Dell Technical Support.

Somehow, I’m still playing GameBoy in 2013.

I’d like to introduce Fasten for OS X. Fasten generates AppStore.com links from your app’s iTunes URL or name. Enter the name of your app, and it’ll give you the short link for your app. It’s that simple.

But wait, it gets better! You can also enter the traditional iTunes link, and Fasten will look up your app’s name for you! How’s that for convenience?

Upon generating the link, Fasten will automatically copy it to your clipboard. Easy. Take the guesswork out of formatting those easy-to-read links and grab Fasten now!

Fasten follows the rules outlined in this technical Q & A document on Apple’s developer website. You can get Fasten on the Mac App Store.

Debates are like onions. They start at a juicy focal point. They’re bitter, smelly, and nobody likes them. They hurt your head and your eyes too. Like onions, debates are round and they go in circles and layers. They seem to make sense from afar, but dissecting them up close is asking for injury. They look kinda cool and shiny, until you peel them open. Sometimes they even look like something cool might be sprouting from them, but that sprout, in turn, just breeds more of the same.

The only way to properly enjoy an onion is to cook it, burn it until it’s died down. A debate cannot produce meaningful results until it has ended, both parties with some semblance of agreement. It takes fire and a frying pan to accomplish, and it takes patience. Watching an onion fry is torture, as is watching a fruitless debate. At the end, when peace is made, and the onions are fried, everything becomes sweet. The caramel flavor is savored, and the evidence consumed.

All that remains is the rubble beneath the pan. A pan waiting for the next onion.

It seems that the major Hurricane in November had no effect on the rat population of the New York City subway system. This morning, while waiting for the D train at the Grand Street station, I observed no less than four distinct rats, frolicking on the railway.

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Being that today is Black Friday, I was hardly surprised when friend contacted me on Facebook and asked me if I had ever heard of a company called AOC.

There’s no excuse for hundreds of rockets. Am Yisrael Chai.

Hey, I made this thing and I’d like to share it with you!