Hello, my name is Heather and I’m addicted to the 3D printer. The hand I’m currently typing with has a burn on one finger and a mysterious rip in the skin on top of my hand. I am a victim of 3D printer injuries, yet I cannot bring myself to stop. It’s important that I make stringy, rubbery pendants and bracelets that my polite friends will have to wear. “Gee, that’s nice, I bought you some wine and food and you’ve given me this crooked piece of plastic with strings hanging off to put on my wrist. Well, it’s the thought that counts…. unless the thought was trying rationalize why you sit staring at wax coming out of a printer all day.”
For every stringy bracelet, there is a trash can full of decapitated robots, hearts and cogs. Something tells me the future is going to take a while.
The family got a new toy this week. A 3-D printer. So far we’ve made a weird circle thing and a tiny robot. The kids (and the adults) are quite fascinated. I imagine this will be like the VCR was to my generation. “Wow, you can just record a show and you don’t have to watch it while it’s on? FUTURE WORLD!”
I can see my kids telling their children about being one of the first houses on the block with a 3-D printer. “And it took one hour to print something an inch tall!” The youngsters will roll their eyes and say, “What’s the point in that? Now we just press buttons and get what we want in 5 minutes. Oh, by the way, I need some new shoes. Purple please. Punch in code S34.”
I bet you’re thinking that if you had a 3-D printer, you’d make all kinds of things – but would you? Now that we have one, I can’t think of anything. Seems easier to just go get a bracelet at the store instead of waiting 4 hours to make one in the printer. But what do I know? I still read actual books. I’m quite behind the times.