OPINION: I sat down at the computer on Saturday afternoon to complete the task of writing this column.
OPINION: I've decided at the weekend that perhaps it was time to employ a password manager, writes Derek Burrows.
OPINION: I find it incredible that someone would travel from the US to Australia just so they can buy the new Apple iPhone 6.
OPINION: Am I the only person in the world who finds the ice bucket challenge that is sweeping television and the internet slightly distasteful and extremely tedious?
OPINION: Today we're going to talk about words.
OPINION: Vandals have already started defacing election billboards around the country, writes Derek Burrows.
OPINION: There has been no trickle down to industrious Kiwis at the bottom end of the wage scale, writes Derek Burrows.
OPINION: It was one of those wonderful winter mornings that are a South Canterbury speciality.
OPINION: I'm fed up with the growing trend for big businesses to tack "add-ons" on to their bills.
OPINION: The snooping agency you really need to worry about is Facebook, writes Derek Burrows.
OPINION: Trevor Mallard advocating to bring back the moa will surely be the most bizarre political outburst in the run-up to this year's election.
OPINION: Readers will not be surprised to know that I'm avidly following the unfolding of the scintillating football World Cup in Brazil.
OPINION: A recent poll of social attitudes in Britain revealed that 95 per cent of respondents felt immigrants should speak English.
OPINION: When I was 5 or 6 years old I was running along when I tripped and fell into a bed of stinging nettles.
OPINION: If any alien from a distant galaxy had visited New Zealand on Sunday they would have thought South Canterbury was trapped in some kind of timewarp.
I've just been supermarket shopping and I have to admit that as usual I found it a bit of a harrowing experience.
OPINION: The sudden death of a spouse is a traumatic experience and certainly not one that should be exacerbated by unnecessary stress caused by outside parties.
Sixty years ago last month, Bill Haley and the Comets recorded Rock Around the Clock.
As unlikely as it may seem I've just spent the weekend immersed in computer technology and I blame it all on Microsoft.
It's cloudy again this morning. In fact, it's been gloomy weather now for what seems several weeks.
At the time of writing the mysterious disappearance of Malaysia Airlines Flight MH370 is still baffling the world.
I've just received my monthly power bill and it's for nearly $200, even though we are hardly in the middle of winter.
Recent research carried out in the United States claims that middle-age people who have a high-protein diet are at much greater risk of dying from cancer than those with a less protein-rich diet.
There's a debate going on in the United Kingdom that's been overshadowed in New Zealand by more pressing international news.
It was surprisingly easy to slip into the role.
There are already a copious number of preservation groups in existence but I feel inclined to launch yet another one.
Why does God waste so much sporting talent on the undeserving?
Here we go again ...
Melbourne ain't so hot; in fact it's quite cool.
Over the past few days - on the radio or the TV, I can't recall which - I've heard people misquote a couple of well-known phrases.
In a few days' time I will be on an Air New Zealand flight and I'm a bit concerned about who might be sitting next to me.
The least surprising story of recent days was the criticism by a judge of an Indian tourist's driving habits.
It was a holiday that could have been lifted straight out of one of Tourism New Zealand's promotional films - perfect weather, idyllic setting, total tranquillity and more wildlife than you'd find in a Richard Attenborough documentary.
It's been an illuminating week. Literally.
It's that time of year when our attention turns to thinking about what Christmas gifts we should buy for family and friends.
Thirty two years ago - on December 19, 1981, to be precise - the All Whites kicked off on a seemingly impossible mission.
Jennifer Lawrence has a new pixie haircut.
OK, I'll come clean. It's now official. I'm a sexist.
Bear with me, because this week I'm writing about my new smartphone - again.
I have been to this hospital before and I have to say standards have slipped since my first stay - I was born in the maternity wing.
It's spring and the birds are in fine fettle, tweeting madly in the hope of finding a partner with whom to share an amorous encounter.
I read an interesting article the other day that claimed that smartphones are taking over Kiwis' lives.
OPINION: It's surprising how many lottery winners claim they won't let it change their lives.
Since the Beckhams naming of Brooklyn got so much publicity it was inevitable that the celebrity-worshipping herd would follow suit.
It was inevitable. The day I broke the habit of a lifetime and decided to watch live America's Cup sailing, the Kiwis lost their first race of the series.
Men are from Mars, women are from Venus - right?
The resignation of David Shearer from the Labour leadership last week was further proof - if proof is needed - that Parliament is a graveyard for good guys.
Now I know why the most recent mobile phones are known as smartphones - they are infinitely smarter than their user.
I was fascinated to hear that Jonathan Coleman was not born but constructed and such was the complexity of the task that it took two decades to put him together.