What constitutes "amazing" for you is dependent on a number of factors; having one's awesome-ometer calibrated by the modern world almost certainly has an effect on your affect. I have to say, though, I love the idea that he is already bored with 3D printing. And I'm glad of it, because I need him to invent the next thing while my sensing organs are still moist.
I have spent the last couple days becoming as Texan as possible, but only by virtue of what constitutes Texaneity to a Northron, which means eating meat with meat on top and a side of meat. Gabriel and I were in Kansas City ten thousand years ago, we ordered corn there, and instead we received meat with decorative corn. Presumably the cattle had been fed corn? In any case, I endorse this entire continuum. The way this trip ends is gonna be on some God Emperor of Dune shit, where I allow myself to be encased in brisket, and I rule the ruins of a shattered empire as its High Beef Lord.
A friend tried to help me delineate between Tex Mex - which he says is "Mexican food anywhere else" - and "Actual Mexican Food." It seemed like Cheddar Cheese was the primary indicator of Tex. But then he tried to explain all the heretical forks of this continuum, including what he called Tex Mex Mex, Tex Tex Mex, and I think Tex Tex Mex Mex, which seems like it would just be regular old Tex Mex but he was scandalized by the assertion. In any event, your responsibilities are the same: eat all the stuff. Especially the "puffy tacos," which means something else where I'm from.
PAX South starts today. I won't be hard to find; I will be the one fighting with a raccoon over some french fries outside the convention.