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

welcome to the collapse
Clusterfuck Nation
Peak Oil

got that wrong

appropriate tech
Arduino μcontrollers
Backwoods Home
Fractal antenna

fun social media stuff

(nobody does!)

Like my brownhouse:
Tuesday, August 27 2013
After hours of procrastination, I finally forced myself to do some work, and within an hour I found myself pleasantly engaged in it. When it's going well, web development is one of the most entertaining things I do. At least in the kind of work I do (which usually involves wading through Byzantine libraries and many disparate files of code written in a variety of computer languages), the job consists of a long series of puzzles that have to be solved. Gretchen solves elaborate crossword puzzles just for the fun of it, but I actually get paid to solve the only puzzles I can be bothered to solve. Well, technically that's not completely true, since just about everything I enjoy doing, whether I'm paid for it or not, presents itself as a puzzle. If I liked cooking, perhaps preparing dinner would be a puzzle as well. But I don't and it's not; thinking about preparing a dinner that Gretchen might be happy eating just gives me a headache.

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