Wrong. Fuck printers. Fuck everything about them, from the tree death camps, to the overpriced proprietary ink to the way manufacturers have done fuck-all about fixing their known wifi glitches for literally 30 years. Thank god I'm at a point in my career where the only people who want me to troubleshoot printers are my family, and what I charge them for it is having to listen to me scornfully rant that if you figure out how to work without a printer, Hewlett-Packard has a problem but if you don't YOU have a problem. A bunch of problems, given how frequently my dad and sister beg for support. My wife got sick enough of the rant that she finally stopped using hers, it's been sitting on a shelf in our garage for the last two years. I think she's frustrated about not being able to print sometimes, but oh well, she can go to Kinko's or walk over to my dad's house and use his (which will result in me getting a phone call "Hey @thebard, your wife is here trying to print something and the printer's not working, we tried turning it off and on, but it still won't print, can you..."