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:
   schlocky paint-by-numbers
Thursday, December 21 2006

setting: rural Hurley Township, New York

At some point today I noticed Gretchen watching a movie in which a hapless protagonist was being relentlessly bitched upon by a grey-haired Meryl Streep, and the sheer extremity of the bitchiness sucked me in. The movie was, of course, the Devil Wears Prada, about which Gretchen had heard great things. But in the end it was nothing but a big schlocky Hollywood paint-by-numbers production, full of clich´ moments that Gretchen was able to call seconds before they actually happened. But it was a surprise when the protagonist threw her cellphone into a fountain; Gretchen had just predicted it would end up in the Seine instead.

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