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:
   eat my shit
Monday, September 16 2013 [REDACTED]
It's been unseasonably cold for some days now. The katydids have been saying what they repeatedly say in that slow way I've always found desperate and ominous. Last night as we walked back to Sarah's car after eating that Indian food, Nancy imitated them with a nonsense noise made against the roof of her mouth; "Keekeekek!" Ray, on the other hand, had them saying "Eat my shit!" There are also a lot of crickets at this time of year. Their sound is more of a constant whine, with another starting before the one you were listening to can finish. I've seen them on the ground: big, fat, and slow, but eager to get away if you push a finger towards them.

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