Bedlam on tap

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Sometimes, you happen come across a piece of writing that makes you smile, gives you a little prickle of joy, and reminds you that yes, there is hope for this confusing world in these uncertain times. Other times, what you happen read is not quite so pleasing, and there are many reasons for this. Perhaps the writer has attempted to impart some measure of his everlasting gloom to hapless readers, to offer a cracked and filthstained window into the turmoil and dread of his consciousness--in short, to prove his misery or ability to observe it in all else. Other times, the writer is just high.

Usually, though, these do not intersect. However, every once in a blessed while, an online review of Logitech cordless mice pierces through the drek with its utter singularity of purpose, effortlessly melds disparate emotions together in a great big stewpot of madness, and chains you to a milking machine assaulted by bomb-wielding bipedal cattle in a world where air is jello and you are famished and lungless. It leaves you spent, confused, frightened, enervated, but also emboldened, mildly enlightened, and hungry for more, a slavering beast of readership. Oh, and you're also laughing out of your pants it's so good.

Seriously, read this review. It'll make your day (week, life, etc).

http://arstechnica.com/reviews/01q3/logitech/mouses-1.html