Today during Poetry Month, i reflect on the unresolved and tragic tale of Greginfla, to whom i recommended a certain 3D printer, and for whom (last i heard) the machine absolutely does not work. i don’t know if he got a lemon, or if he’s trying to operate it upside down, or what’s going on… but as i’ll reveal in the very next episode of Bits, Please!, these machines can be very picky and cause no end of trouble and woe.
i wrote this poem for Greginfla in the hopes that i’ll draw him back into the Discord server to hear an update about his resin printing issues. And perhaps to encourage him. To destroy the planet, apparently.
PRINT ALL THE THINGS
Greginfla’s a 3D printer
Fabricates through spring and winter
Churns out objects willy nilly
Whether the weather is warm or chilly
Matter is neither created nor wrecked
So Greginfla’s hobby is bad, i expect
Everything under the sun will be minted
With nothing remaining on Earth to be printed.
Come chat with Ryan!
Save those meeples
