For some reason, I want to rub my face on them. No, I’ve never had that thought about keyboards as an adult, and in earlier years it would have been about napping, but this … this belongs in a shrooms, ecstasy and textures bunker. After its found in a crashed space-ship of course.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, its time for my twice-a-decade review of the fact that none of my friends has connections for ANY of those things any more, and neither do I. God I hope someone I know retires and starts(again) taking payments in drugs before my mind is gone anyways. Be nice if this fenanyl bullshit went away too. Make no mistake, none of us are squares, just old-for-millenials.

I wasn’t aware there was a wireless version of this out there, doesn’t the trackball sensor eat the battery?

Can you point me to a build guide?