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").



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dead malls
Detroit
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got that wrong
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Backwoods Home
Fractal antenna

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   pandemic pod innoculated
Friday, March 19 2021
Gretchen's social magic continued today when her nurse friend Paula called again to say she had two coronavirus vaccines for the taking. So Gretchen immediately contacted Sarah the Vegan and Nancy and told them to hurry their asses down to the site of the former Best Buy to get their shots. It's looking like our greater pandemic pod will be completely innoculated by mid April, and we'll all feel safe to hang out in each others' spaces.
This evening Gretchen made a linguine with lemony cream sauce that was so lemony it reminded me of the lemon poppyseed muffins that I used to get at the Rising Sun Bakery in Charlottesville twenty four years ago.
After learning of its existance of the Ben Heck YouTube channel, I downloaded a movie called The Dirt, an authorized biopic of the band Mötley Crüe, the famous Los Angles hair metal band that I first learned about circa 1984 by reading an article in an old copy of Oui magazine. It wasn't a very good movie, and didn't do anything to make the band come across as even slightly more nuanced and complicated than the perpetual hedonistic morons that they're famous for being. When I say I don't like 80s music (and I say that a lot), I am definitely lumping Mötley Crüe in with Depeche Mode, Duran Duran, and Huey Lewis & the News (but not Hüsker Dü, the Fixx, and REM).


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