I usually write these blogs a week ahead of time, just to be safe. You see (cue knife-shrieking music as we enter into the "nightmare" portion of this post), my computer terrifies me. And like dogs and bees, my computer can smell fear. Most of the time my Mac is content to simply demonstrate its dominance by correcting my spelling with a superior sigh, or showing me a better word for what I'm trying to say ("Oh, Christ," my computer hisses under its breath when I don't pick the word it...