Not much of a PC gamer, but I have had a need to use a mouse without a desk. I swear by trackball mice. Personally I've been happy with the wireless Logitech trackball offerings, particularly the one with Bluetooth and a dongle you can tuck away into the mouse. Even at a regular desk, doing CAD work all day, it has saved my shoulder and wrist from stress and pain. I can basically sit in a relaxed neutral position and use my mouse wherever my hand falls, like on an arm rest. It may take some adjustment learning to use your thumb to navigate around, but for me it has been worth it.

The twist better be something better than "She/He's been dead the whole time."

It keeps on autocorrecting words to some totally irrelevant wrong word, much more often than it used to. Previously it would just fix the occasional spelling mistake and ignore most capitalized words. Now it regularly changes proper names to other random words, replaces it's with its or your for you're (or the other way round) but it's almost always wrong even though I typed it correctly. I'll go back and try to fix it, only to find it's chosen some other random words to use instead of what I actually typed. It replaces correct words with incorrect words now way more often than it actually helps my spelling.

Fascism is seductive, that's the biggest problem.

I like turtles.

By "new trek" you mean everything TNG and after, right?

"I hated this movie. Hated hated hated hated hated this movie. Hated it. Hated every simpering stupid vacant audience-insulting moment of it. Hated the sensibility that thought anyone would like it. Hated the implied insult to the audience by its belief that anyone would be entertained by it."

— Roger Ebert's review of North.

Wiki

Very Lovecraftian vibes. Reminds me of the Great Race of Yith.

From "The Shadow Out of Time": "The Great Race's members were immense rugose cones ten feet high, and with head and other organs attached to foot-thick, distensible limbs spreading from the apexes. They spoke by the clicking or scraping of huge paws or claws attached to the end of two of their four limbs, and walked by the expansion and contraction of a viscous layer attached to their vast, ten-foot bases."

I don't usually need Garfield comics explained. But this one has that kind of Far Side comic baffling context vibes about it.

Apteryx seems to be a genus of flightless birds endemic to New Zealand, basically a Kiwi bird. Is that the whole joke? "Surprise Garfield! You're in New Zealand." I don't usually expect big laughs from Garfield, but this one is bizarre.

Shit that's at least 5 times as expensive as a flu shot I can get at the grocery store's pharmacy near me. That's criminal.