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Hello, my name is Judas Gutenberg and this is my blaag (pronounced as you would the vomit noise "hyroop-bleuach").



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Saturday, February 22 2025
After some more effort on the FRAM code in the firmware of my ESP8266 Remote Control system, I finally got it to a point where I could actually flash it to an ESP8266. When I did this, I quickly ran into errors that ChatGPT told me were memory-related (evidently "OOM" stands for "out of memory"). ChatGPT had suggestions for what to do about this, but it involved reworking the details of complex data structures that are hard enough for me to parse as it is. So I left things as they were when Gretchen and I went out for dinner later.
Gretchen had actually gone to Little Loaf in New Paltz for a second lunch there in two days and had learned while there that the Garden Café was featuring eggplant parmesan as a special today, which she knew that I would like. Not only that, but they also had black bean soup (another of my favorites). So we made plans to get dinner there tonight.
When Gretchen got back from New Paltz, the Bolt didn't have much charge left in the battery, but our charger was on the other side of the skating rink that our driveway still was. So laid out some carpet fragments (the ones I'd removed six weeks or so ago from the laboratory) on the ice and then carefully drove the Bolt until it was barely in reach of the charger's cable. Fortunately, when we later needed to drive to Woodstock, the Bolt had no trouble rolling back out to Dug Hill Road.
The eggplant parmesan was very good, as was the soup. I drank a glass of Montepulciano red wine with it. Meanwhile Gretchen ordered the beet tartar and something from the kids' menu involving pasta and vegan meatballs. For some reason the little table we were seated at would occasionally tremble as though a phone with a humming buzzer was lying on it. I reached over to neighboring tables, and none of them were doing this. So I figured that our table must've been located atop an antinode in the floor caused by the vibration of some machine, perhaps a heating system or a large mixer in the kitchen.

Meanwhile, down in Virginia, it seems my brother Don is not losing his benefits so billionaires can get more tax breaks, at least not yet. He told me that his social worker explained that his benefits are being moved from Supplemental Security Income to Social Security itself, and this was why is SSI benefits had been dropped to zero.


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