#ScribesAndMakers 8/27 Tell a story, real or fictional, about an object on your desk. The damn 3D printer is not working again. Here I am working through lunch, my tuna sandwich off to the side of my desk, barely touched while I tinker with factory settings, filament sizes, pre-heating temperatures and every fine-hair piece of technical minutia the stupid machine can throw at me. I'm just trying to print out a dinky keychain. But it's no use. I run the calibration sequence one more time, watching the gears whirl and lift the printing nozzle up and down, deciding if it will throw me a bone and print already. I coat the work pane with purple Elmers glue in case it decides to actually print something this time. Before I can find out, the phone rings. It's Mrs. Soto again telling me I'm late for the faculty meeting. I put my sandwhich down in frustration and hurry out the door, leaving the machine running. Who knows? Maybe it will work this time. I come back an hour later. The machine is running, but it's not printing a key chain. I watch the robotic arm wizz back and forth, side to side as it lays the blue plastic filament onto the pad, spelling out two bulky words. FEED ME I look down at my desk. Half of my sandwich is gone.