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:
   chili lupper and chili-fries
Sunday, April 26 2020
I went on a couple walks with a different oximeter today, climbing steep escarpments both east and west of the Farm Road and seeing how low my blood oxygen went. This time, the levels never dropped below 95% (though my heart rate did go as high as 149 beats per minute). I suspect that time about a week ago when I got a reading of 79% blood oxygen, it was because I'd allowed my hands to get cold.
This afternoon while Gretchen was giving the dogs an unusually late walk, I decided to make a big pot of chili, mostly to use up some mushrooms that were becoming increasingly slimy in the refrigerator. That made for a tasty lupper meal of chili, shredded cabbage, stand & stuff taco shells. Later this evening, Gretchen baked the leftover P&G french fries in the over and we covered them in chili and some coleslaw she had made, a delicious combination that took full advantage of the reheated fries' dryness (fresh french fries tend to get a bit soggy when used to make chilifries). Of course, as we were setting up this meal, I couldn't help but sing bits of John Cougar Mellencamp's "Jack & Diane," which famously has a reference to sucking on chili dogs out behind a Tastee-Freeze. I have a number of vocal exaggerations and musical (as well as lyrical) flourishes I do when singing this and other earworm songs from my youth.

For linking purposes this article's URL is:

previous | next