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Wednesday, June 15 2022
The dogs came on the walk this morning immediately after scrum in my remote workplace. I took them on a small loop west of the Farm Road. On the way home on the Farm Road, as I went along the stretch where a steep escarpment comes nearly to the edge of the roadway, I noticed a deer lying down on the terrace below maybe a hundred feet away. She saw me but didn't get up. I'd never seen a deer lying down before. I went back to the house to get my camera, and she was still there. Given how fat the deer looked, I wondered if she was giving birth.

Over the past few weeks on eBay, I tried twice to buy two more dock brackets designed to attach to support poles, but they always somehow got lost in the mail. So then I found that Home Depot sells such brackets at a good price. You can't pick them up in a store, but you can order them online and after a few days they show up at the store. Mine showed up today, so at lunch I drove to Home Depot, this time with just Neville as my co-pilot (he's been a really good boy and not peed in the bed yet this week). While there, also bought ten feet of 1.25 inch galvanized steel pipe for use in bracing the Woodworth Lake dock against the stone abutment. This will keep motion on the floating dock (from waves and currents) from possibly cracking the concrete foundation for the fixed part of the dock's end support poles and gradually tugging it out into the lake.
I also wanted a bag of some sort of natural potting soil, one not too over-saturated with fertilizers and perhaps other chemicals. MiracleGrow makes a potting soil, for example, and plants start out great in it. But then late in the season they turn yellow and sickly and leaves start to shrivel (this is what happens with cannabis at least). I bought something (it wasn't priced, which seems like a bit of a scam) that might work as an additive for nutrient-poor soil. But it wasn't really what I was looking for. Just looking at the bags of soil-like material people buy at a place like that is dispririting. Most of the products are too kill various things. For some reason there's even a product to kill moss. Who would ever want to kill moss?
On the way home, I went out of my way a little on Sawkill Road so I could go to the Uptown Hannaford and find vegan burger options to go with the seasme seed buns, tomatoes, and sauerkraut I'd recently bought. Powerful had told me the Hannaford has Impossible Burgers, but I looked in all the places where it would be and couldn't find any. (I know what you're asking, Gretchen, and the response is that I'm a man and an introvert, so I didn't ask anyone.) But I did find a number of vegan patties (most of them faux chicken) made by MorningStar Farms.
I'd taken a recreational 150 mg dose of pseudoephedrine today, which made for a pretty good experience. But I made the mistake of drinking a Chocolate Banana Split Imperial Stout, which was about the worst beer I've had in a long time. It didn't taste much like chocolate or bananas, and the only stoutlike flavor was an unpleasant bitterness.
Near the end of my workday, I lay on the laboratory bean bag and kept nodding off. But then I rallied long enough to participate in a couple conversations on Teams, so overall my workday had the appearance of fulfillment.
While I was taking a bath this evening, some young woman came over to visit Powerful. She wasn't here very long and I couldn't really make out what they were talking about.

The deer lying at the bottom of the escarpment. Click to enlarge.

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