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:
   too frozen to delaminate
Monday, January 7 2013
Today temperatures were in the 40s and the sun continued to shine. There are some ice dams forming on the roof, but so far they haven't backed up high enough on the roof to start flooding the house.
I spent a pseudoephedrine-fueled day working on the web project mentioned yesterday, though my client wasn't happy with what I was doing, so I had to work through a feeling of malaise.
This evening Gretchen put together another winning meal from our gradually-depleting stores of food. She made one pot of chili and another of grits, and we ate them together (since the only other carbohydrate was whole wheat tortillas that were too frozen to delaminate).

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