A casual flirtation with the wireless mouse incites
drop-down menus and radial buttons and pop-up advertisements about male
enhancements while I ponder an inexhaustible list of options upon choices upon
combinations made even more exasperating by the 56"-inch television that's
insisting upon a choice between a sappy police drama or the PIP baseball game
that's going to the seventh-inning stretch when I finally punch the send button
and am devastated twenty minutes later when my large pizza has bacon instead of
Italian sausage.