getting_new_glasses epitome of incomprehensibility In real life, not yet. In a dream, a whole saga. Lights aren't just shone in my eye. The optometrist tests my aim, too. I sit in a chair in the mall, aim laser pointers into the distance. Then it comes time to choose frames. Only a small selection. "I want one in copper," but the copper one doesn't fit, so I stare at the board with the rows of frames and think of what I mean by "copper." I mean something metallic and a bit reddish, but not necessarily reddish. Something that looks like it has light inside. It's all a bit ineffable. The optometrist can't know what I'm thinking, but she senses my hesitation. She tells me the new offer: I draw my own frames on cardboard, cut them out, and the store will make them out of any material I want. Polished wood only adds $20 to the price of the lenses. I trace a few lines on a table that's set up in the next room. Interesting, I think, but I don't trust my hand to be precise enough. Who wants wobbly-looking glasses? I could trace my old glasses, but they're nowhere to be found. 220908 ... e_o_i I think the dream was inspired by some idle thoughts I had about 3D printers: I wondered if you'd need to sketch out each layer of what you were printing, or if there could be a program where you could sketch something and then have it "rounded out" by a 3D modeling program, so you could adjust the contours before printing it. 220908 what's it to you? who go blather from