I am a pathologic saver of stuff . Not that I want to be a pack rat ; I really would favour if my life was uninfected , ordered , and dim-witted — sort of like an Ikea catalog .

But I ca n’t be , mostly because of thecertainknowledge that if I were to cast out something out , I would inevitablyrue the day . That ’s because , eventually , you always need the thing you fling .

On my Mac , this tendency has manifested itself in many ways . For one , mammoth Eudora postbox so big that even if I were to pull up stakes and move to a new tocopherol - postal service program , I could n’t take them with me . ( I told this to a Microsoft engineer once , who proclaimed that cortege could manage what I had to throw at it . Then I mention I had a mailbox with 31,300 messages in it date stamp back to 1995 . The engineer rapidly began shake off his principal . “ No , that ’s too fully grown , ” he said . Eudora it is , then . ) But on the burnished side , I have numerous times been able-bodied to angle out relevant Es - mails from years ago , which has lay aside me a lot of sorrow — and , to be honest , generated some entertainment too .

But since Apple introducediChat , I ’ve been using more than e - mail for interpersonal communication . And so as you might expect , I became all woozy at the scene of these vital conversation being turn a loss to clock time . Fortunately , in the Messages loony toons of iChat ’s Preferences window , there ’s a boxful you’re able to check to automatically save chat transcripts . Victory !

Except , what happens when you ’ve get 1,725 transcripts — a full 15 MB of data ? ( That ’s what ’s in my IChats leaflet this morning . )

Simple answer , questionable name : Spiny Software ’s excellentLogorrhea . ( It means “ pathologically excessive talking , ” according to the Spiny web internet site . )

Logorrhea ( , October 2003 Macworld ) is a fan - freaking - tastic public-service corporation . It let you browse ( by buddy ) andsearchyour iChat transcript . This weekend I needed to encounter my married woman ’s frequent - flyer number for a trip we ’re taking in May , and I could n’t find it anywhere in my gigantic Eudora archive . Frustrated , I turned to Logorrhea on the off probability that it was in there . Did a search , find a banknote from my wife , and there it was .

You do n’t have to like the name . But if you ’re a compulsive rescuer of stuff , and an iChat substance abuser , I ca n’t advocate it extremely enough .