I had some fun printing today as you can hopefully tell. I printed a shot glass to carry on the tradition from the early days and filled it with delicious Oban single malt just because sweet heathery nectar lusciously melting into my tongue is deeply and richly satisfying. The first print of the day went awry when the half-printed glass came unstuck from the heatbed and started dancing around coreographed by the still extruding hot end. I had a premature celebration anyway once I'd scraped off the spaghetti and vowed to do the next one with hair dryer in hand. The results are on show below    /                                                                                                                  V

Slangy va!