Oh internet, you tease. You show me things I want very much but I can't have. You show me vaporware like this incredible keyboard. You tease me with the Twike, which bills itself as a "light electric vehicle" but which I prefer to think of as "gimmegimmegimmegimme." And then there's all the nekkid gals, but we won't get started on that.
But I keep coming back to you, sweet digital mistress, because you also bring me gifts like "My Acid Trip with Groucho," an article that begins as something interesting, grows into something fascinating and angering, and ends as something sad and beautiful.
Come back BITNET, all is forgiven.
