Went to a print shop today. Because why not.That machine there was a massive printer, rolling ink onto papers at a rate of 15,000 pages per hour. Of course, each of those pages was up to four A4-size pages, so it could do 60,000 pages of A4 in an hour. The thing was like twenty yards long. It was HUGE.
Actually putting the ink onto the paper, though, required the use of this machine, first, though- it used a laser to do something fancy to aluminum sheets, which were then placed on the rollers of that big machine you saw earlier.
The access panel to get at the rollers – you can see a bit of the aluminum sheet, there, with a bit of pattern on it. Now turned blue by the ink being put on it.
The print shop also had a smaller version of the big machine. This could only do 2 colors, I believe, as opposed to the 4 the big one could do. (With four colors, you can put together all the colors available in whichever ISO standard is used for printing.)
Being a high-quality print shop, they had this little thing- a scanner table that checked the color quality of the results. It was linked up to the big printer so that adjustments could be made to the flow of ink, fixing any errors.
And here is an old-style printing press. It’s still in use- being mechanical, it’s the only one they had that could crease or perforate whatever it was printing. Handy!
Also present were some other machines for cutting stacks of paper (read: four-inch-thick heaps) with ease, and another thing for stapling pamphlets together.
Oh, and for those of you wondering about the title of this post: my host brother’s grandparents came to dinner tonight. Neither of them speaks English, but his grandmother makes many efforts to do so. She was, at one point, trying to say “thank you very much” and got through “thank you” before ‘very much’ turned into ‘water mouse’. And thus, an inside joke was born.