I want to kill my printer.
I have come to believe that living inside the machine is a tiny demon whose sole purpose is to torture me with paper jams and failed wireless connections. When things are working, it chugs my $50 ink like it’s an open bar. So, yes, I repeatedly think about taking a baseball bat to the possessed plastic contraption.
It’s 2015, and while the smartphones in our pockets juggle the jobs of numerous gadgets, printers still seem to struggle at their single task.
The Wall Street Journal has the best product comparison I’ve read in a while.