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:
   a day for napping
Sunday, June 11 2000
Recovering from last night, I slept for large parts of the day. On days that follow days like yesterday, it's best just to smoke pot, watch teevee and take long naps. [REDACTED]
Unlike last night, Paul spent the tonight down at the Santa Monica Youth Hostel. We all drove down there this evening to drop Paul off, and I was surprised to find it a glitzy modern facility whose walls of glass glowed with a warm ruddy light. Inside, though, Paul assured us that guests were stacked eight to a room in four-tier bunk beds. It costs about $20 to spend a night there. For my part, I'd probably be happier with a sleeping bag on the beach. It's definitely easier to masturbate that way.

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