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:
   not that personal reward
Tuesday, April 26 2005
I had a frantic day of running back and forth to and from Woodstock doing housecalls that netted me a record haul of honest working man money. It was the kind of day that in the past would have concluded with at least one bottle of ice cold Molson Ice beer, but since I've eliminated alcohol from my system of personal rewards, that wasn't an option.
Because it was such a warm and sunny day, I also worked on my ditch project. I covered the last section of exposed drain pipe with crushed stone and then stretched out soil fabric on top in preparation for the layer of sand that will serve as a soft bed for the bluestone path that will eventually connect to the driveway.

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