Your leaking thatched hut during the restoration of a pre-Enlightenment state.


Hello, my name is Judas Gutenberg and this is my blaag (pronounced as you would the vomit noise "hyroop-bleuach").


decay & ruin
Biosphere II
dead malls
Irving housing

got that wrong

appropriate tech
Arduino μcontrollers
Backwoods Home
Fractal antenna

fun social media stuff

(nobody does!)

Like my brownhouse:
   back to the grindstone
Wednesday, January 5 2000
Ah, the joys of employment. I was greeted at my desk this morning by a laundry list of things I'd built that had broken in my absence, everything from the site homepage to E-cards. Happilly, nothing took me longer than a half hour to diagnose and fix. None of my code had proved Y2K uncompliant, though for some reason an admin tool had stopped functioning on Christmas Eve, causing considerable good-natured consternation to the tireless people who depend on the things I write for them. For another completely unrelated reason I found myself having to disabuse all my colleagues of the erroneous belief that I had gone to New Orleans for the millennium.

For linking purposes this article's URL is:

previous | next