I love the vibe of mechanical keyboards. And, I mean, how cool that they’re back, just like film. A few weeks ago I broke down and actually ordered one, a bluetooth number. It came in Monday, and, well: I immediately hated it. Too much travel. Too easy to mis-type. Using it feels like work, unlike my usual ugly $29 Logitech keyboard, which feels like a telepathic port connecting my brain to my computer. This keyboard feels like a hurdle my brain and fingers have to leap over to reach the screen. Rarely have I gotten such a quick and firm no.

Just then my partner came in and was like, Oooh, what’s that? She quickly made off with it, and now it’s her daily driver. So I get to see and hear its handsomeness all the same, just don’t have to use it. Hooray!