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:
   troubled lives of faded rock stars
Monday, May 15 2000
Kim was off in San Diego for most of the day. I puttered around the house, did some computer stuff, and generally tried to ignore the pressure from the expectations of the people wanting their tasks to receive my undivided attention. The teevee continues to be locked on VH1. Tales of the troubled lives of faded rock stars is unexpectedly soothing at this hectic stage of my adulthood.
Things were okay for awhile after Kim came home, but gradually (and almost surprisingly) our interactions escalated into a horrendous fight. [REDACTED]

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