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:
   November 2020

01: stunned junco - Poor little guy knocks himself out trying to evade the cats. Also, I witness a Trump parade on 9W near the Home Depot.
02: fat red-shouldered hawk - A strong wind brings a plump raptor.
03: election 2020 - Voting in a global pandemic and then wating for the results.
04: results of 2020 election, day one - A bad hangover and my worst fears slowly unrealized.
05: results of 2020 election, day two - Biden is on a path to victory, but otherwise it was a slow-news day.
06: results of 2020 election, day three - A walk in the woods to get away from page-refresh purgatory.
07: Donald Trump loses - The day becomes festive starting in the late afternoon.
08: various obscene takes on Ding Dong the Witch is Dead - Despite a second-day absence of caffeine, I accomplish a few things.
09: Doris Burn memories - Seeing the pictures that influenced at least part of my life.
10: Sharpie fish - I augment acrylic paint with the famous felt-tipped pen.
11: trouble at the childhood home - My aunt Barbara calls me with concerns about my mother.
12: reverted to fonder memories - Supposedly my mother, in her dementia, no longer thinks she and I are estranged.
13: falafel and the Vow - Yummy carry-out combined with a documentary of a multilevel sexual abuse racket.
14: sidewalk lupper in New Paltz - The pandemic's lingering into cold weather makes eating out less comfortable than it had been.
15: unwanted diphenhydramine - My acetaminophen turns out to be a nighttime cocktail containing something to make me sleep.
16: finished tub filler - But it's not quite level.
17: citalopram and caffeine - The former makes me less able to drink the latter.
18: much better level - Satisfying my OCD in the bathtub. Or maybe it's just the citalopram talking.
19: tall tales in Staunton - She had a hallucination that had me and Gretchen and others with boxes on our heads.
20: things in Staunton approaching critical - It's just a matter of time before I will have to return to Virginia. Also eating take-out pizza and watching another NXIVM documentary.
21: white ash for the indoor firewood supply - This time it's from just across Dug Hill Road.
22: most expensive car battery - Also, going with Powerful to an estate sale northwest of Albany Avenue.
23: screaming poverty - A vexing electrical problem at one of the rental houses.
24: wire routing and plaster walls - It's brutal, but possible.
25: Thanksgiving eve in a pandemic - Somehow my boss makes me do work.
26: Thanksgiving 2020 - Lots of brown food, three people and a late guest, and a coyote.
27: two pies for breakfast - Spending Friday like an extended Saturday, sitting in front of a fire and grazing on leftovers.
28: rape in the 1970s - Also, the meagre art supplies at a Joann Fabrics & Crafts
29: late November fire pit - Neville nips a neighbor, but otherwise we have a successful outdoor cold-weather experience.
30: torrential November rains - Some progress finding help for my mother. And flooding is no longer so bad on the rare occasions it happens in the basement.