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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Biosphere II
dead malls
Irving housing

got that wrong

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Arduino μcontrollers
Backwoods Home
Fractal antenna

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   outsourced cleaning jihad
Tuesday, December 21 2021

location: rural Hurley Township, Ulster County, NY

I got up at something like 6:30am to get ready to go to the office, since that was what Alex wanted me to do. The omicron variant of the coronavirus has me skeeved out, so I definitely obeyed the recently-restored mask mandate in the Red Hook office complex. And I'm not just wearing my gaiter, convenient though it is; I'm wearing a KN95, even if it is counterfeit. I also got a burrito at Bubby's, which felt fairly safe given that nobody was dining in the dining room at 12:30pm.
Meanwhile, I managed to get a usable tax import for the trickiest of our municipalities, so Alex was being a lot more pleasant and even a little sheepish, though, he never apologized for being a hysterical dick, something he's been known to do in the past.
With the pressure off, I could focus more on today's New York Times Spelling Bee more than I could yesterday's. The panagram was "unknowing" with "w" in the middle. On her end, Gretchen quickly got to within one point of being queen bee. When I learned this, I spent more time than I should've looking for four-letter words. I even brute-forced it for awhile (systematically trying four-letter sequences that seemed English-like), something Gretchen frowns on. But then, in a sudden epiphany, I saw the a word that wasn't very English-like: "kiwi." When I entered that word and became queen bee, I sent a message to Gretchen that I was now the "kiwiniest of bees."
At the end of the day, I went a little out of my way to get some booze specifically for the cabin from Miron Liquor.
Back at the house, Gretchen had hired a team of cleaning ladies to give our house a deep-clean (which was costing us $500). They focused mostly on the first floor, though they also cleaned in the basement hallway, the bathroom Powerful uses, and the upstairs bathroom as well. The cleaners were, not unexpectedly, all hispanic women, amd they were nowhere near done when I got home. Meanwhile Gretchen was still on her way home from seeing a gynecologist in Poughkeepsie to get some advice on her not-entirely-healed vagina.

Powerful went to his fortnightly post-transplant biopsy down in Westchester today, and when the doctor saw how anemic he'd become, he decided Powerful needed to spend the night in the hospital to get a blood transfusion. Gretchen had thought that iron supplements would be enough to address the problem, but apparently the situation has become too dire for just that. As a side note, I should mention that the doctors have been bad at communicating this information to Powerful (or us). They've known he had anemia for over a month, but only communicated that this was a problem two weeks ago after his last fortnightly biospy.

I took my usual Tuesday night dose of diphenhydramine unusually early (before 7:00pm) and was in bed by 8:00.

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