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:
   sessions cannot survive the change
Thursday, December 9 2010 [REDACTED]

It was another unseasonably cold day and a good one for working on veneering odd shapes with Portland cement down in the greenhouse or sitting for long stretches in front of my computer. I hadn't been working on web development projects for awhile, so today I hammered my way through a backlog of issues. One of these involved finishing the update utility in my generic database editing and visualization system, and another was the implementation of a single payment system for several similar web domains using a centralized payment domain. Because cookies and sessions cannot survive the change from one domain to another, I had to key information about a user to a randomly-generated unguessable string (an MD5 of a timestamp integer appended to a wide-ranging random number) passed along in the URL (and noted in a lookup table in the database).

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