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").



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   for want of a fitting
Monday, September 5 2005
The guests took off this morning and, an hour later, the Tillsons came over for another one of those walks where they bring their psycho dog Sadie over and we (including our dogs) all go for a walk in the woods with Sadie muzzled on the off-chance that she decides to attack Sally or, more especially, Eleanor. But I think a good half of Sadie's psycho-ness actually resides in the head of Ms. Tillson; inevitably when we finally persuade her to unmuzzle Sadie she's perfectly fine with our dogs. Cats, now that's another thing. At least Clarence didn't try to join us this time.
After making yet another run for forty more feet of three quarter inch copper pipe, I articulated the solar supply and return lines all the way to the north wall of the laboratory, where they will terminate as sillcocks. From there, the water will have to continue its journey to the solar panel in rubber hoses. Unfortunately, though, I had a little trouble making one of the copper pipes neatly bend around the other prior to exiting through the hole I'd drilled in the wall and I determined that I needed a 45 degree fitting, an instance of which, search the house though I did, I could not find. So, despite the considerable project-momentum propelling me, I had to hang it up for the night.


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