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

welcome to the collapse
Clusterfuck Nation
Peak Oil

got that wrong

appropriate tech
Arduino μcontrollers
Backwoods Home
Fractal antenna

fun social media stuff

(nobody does!)

Like my brownhouse:
   once you have shell access
Saturday, January 11 2014
Somehow I managed to get a lot of stuff done today despite my procrastinatory inclinations. There was a website that need to be deployed live, and I always feel like I'm all thumbs when I'm dealing with the web page that controls a virtual private server. CPanel, WHM, it all amounts to dozens and dozens of poorly-organized links, none of them to tasks that I want to be doing. The thing I wanted was shell access, where eveything is theoretically possible, but of course I had to make a phone call to get that. Once you have shell access, everything really is easy, though of course I also had to deal with the limitations of DSL near the limits of where DSL can go.
Meanwhile, the weather took a massive change for the warmer. Temperatures today topped out at around 50 degrees Fahrenheit and there was plenty of rain in the morning. The flooding was photogenic, and though I carried a camera around briefly, I never actually took any pictures. When I went to the mailbox to check the mail, I found it had been filled with the mail of our across-the-road neighbors, the people living in "that 70s house" whom I refer to as "the Fussies" no matter who they actually happen to be at the time (we're currently on our third set of Fussies; that house has the only real turnover in our neighborhood).

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