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:
   on repeat
Saturday, March 18 2000
Sally liked the latest music that she heard on the radio. She'd get interested in an artist based on the radio play list and then go out and plunk down the 17 dollars to buy the CD. But buying CDs never kept Sally content for long, since the only songs she really wanted to hear were the ones she'd heard on the radio. All the other songs had to be skipped. The only way Sally could listen to most of her CDs was to set them on one song repeat. The neighbors weren't especially enamoured with the tight song rotation dully thumping through the firewall, but at least they could drown it out with their own music. Unless, of course, if Sally happened to be visiting. She couldn't tolerate non-radio songs even on the stereos of other people.

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