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   which side of the nipple
Thursday, June 17 2021
It was a gorgeous sunny day, with clear skies and cooler temperatures than is normal for this time of year. While Gretchen was out on the east deck surrounded by lazy dogs and pots of flowers dazzling in the full light of the sun, I remarked that it would be hard for that sun to ever be more powerful than it was at that moment, given our latitude. It was early afternoon near the solstice and there wasn't a trace of haze in the air.

I didn't work too hard today in the remote workplace, but I did learn some important things about writing C# code. I spent an hour or so wondering why I couldn't add a Disable() method to an abstract class. I kept getting red squiggly lines under the method when I would try to add it in Visual Studio, and it was hard to craft a Google search to find a solution. Eventually, though, I realized that the abstract class was in fact a subclass of an interface. And when I added the method to that interface, everything worked as desired. This might sound like pretty basic C# knowledge, but it's new to me. I figure if I keep banging away, adding features to this code base, a nice side effect will be C# proficiency.
At the end of the workday, I climbed under the Subaru and tied a rubber band around the nipple near where I'd seen the fluid leak after replacing the rubber hose. After starting up the car, I looked to see which side of that rubber band the leak was happening on, with the idea being that if the leak were coming from the hose-nipple junction and traveling via surface tension, the rubber band would interrupt the fluid's journey and it would fall from there. But no, the leak was clearly coming from the metal pipe an inch or so away from that junction, possibly from an unseen fatigue fracture at an support flange welded to the pipe. The only thing I could do now, short of tearing the car apart and replacing that pipe, was to mix up some JB Weld and slather it over the place where the leak might be coming from. First, though, I had to sand away the rust and mop away the grease, grime, and remnants of coolant.
Meanwhile, Gretchen had made an Asian dish featuring greens, tofu, and rice (some of it leftover from the Chinese food she'd gotten earlier in the week).

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