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

got that wrong

appropriate tech
Arduino μcontrollers
Backwoods Home
Fractal antenna

fun social media stuff

(nobody does!)

Like my brownhouse:
   very complicated regular expressions based on smallish dictionaries
Monday, December 18 2023
An enormous amount of rain fell overnight, and this provided a good test of whether or not the northwest valley of our house leaks even without being block by debris (since I knew it was clear). I checked it a couple times last night and it seemed not to be leaking. But overnight I moved (as I almost always do) out to the teevee room couch. The rain was started falling harder and then suddenly I heard a rapid dripping sound. The dripping trailed off and ended for awhile but then repeated several times. The leak seems to channel water onto a part of the roof decking that is fully within the house (it's where two gabled roof ridges cross each other), and then it runs onto a shelf, where it forms a shallow puddle that eventually drains in a burst of water drops. I suspect the problem is that in heavy rain, water runs so forcefully down the roof that when it hits the copper bottom of the valley, it continues up the other side, under the shingles, and into the house. I might be able to do something about this if I apply a bead of tar under the shingles an inch or two up from their bottom edge in the valley.
I took a recreational 150 mg dose of pseudoephedrine this morning and it really helped me power through some fun software development on the spec project I am building for my old boss Alex. Using ChatGPT (which, at this point, I don't know what I'd do without) I figured out how to simply specify very complicated regular expressions based on smallish dictionaries of words. This added a lot of functionality to the text scanner that is at the heart of the project. By a meeting with Alex at 4:00pm, the app was doing some genuinely impressive things, and I could tell Alex liked what he saw. It was the first positive feedback on my professional competence that I'd had in months.
After that, it was already dusk, but when I came down the stairs, I could tell that Neville wanted to go for a walk. So I took him and Charlotte up the Farm Road. I walked its whole length, but Neville quit about half way and Charlotte had disappeared by the time I started walking back homeward.
This evening Gretchen and I finally managed to watch the first episode of the fifth season of Fargo, and we both found it a delightfully jarring and suspenseful romp. It felt a bit more like a horror film than other seasons of Fargo, though of course (unlike most horror) it was much harder to predict what was about to happen. The scene with the family all posing with guns in front of a Christmas tree was one such surprise, though there were plenty others.

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